revenance_rpg | Every Time you Close Your Eyes

Characters: Roxas and Emizel
Content: Roxas faces the mansion
Location: Twilight Town, The mansion
Time: Afternoon
Warning: Potential existential crisis.

Roxas stared at the crack in the wall. Stood and stared for a long time.

Beyond that crack was the Mansion, the place where everything started, and ended he supposed. In other words, his destination. He'd avoided it for a long time. It brought memories, ones that he'd rather just leave behind and not face. The whole ordeal, those seven days in Twilight Town, was still a fresh wound, and extremely present at that.

Who could blame him? His life was on the line, and even though people had assured him that he wouldn't disappear, Roxas couldn't be sure. It had happened before, after all. And with Sora in such close proximity, who knew when his time was going to run out? There was a part of him that wanted to run away right now, and just ignore it. He'd get Bolin back here to seal it up and they'd never had to speak of it again.

Instead he went through. The logical part of his brain was speaking now, the part that said that if he wanted to get stronger, he'd have to face the mansion and the memories it held. And he had to get stronger. He had to get back at whatever had hit him on the Mother of Invention. He had to prove that he was allowed to exist. To himself, if not to anyone else.

He paused at the gate, sending a quick message to Emizel. He wasn't going to do this alone, and he would have to trust that Emizel wouldn't let him disappear.

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Emizel turned his head briefly to the wall where the other room would've been. There's still plenty that didn't make sense, like how was Roxas part of someone and what importance that was. But it all did confirm one thing, this version of that world really was different. And by now, this all concern about disappearing was likely for nothing.

"... And you were worried that room or that guy would still be down here," he added on to clarify.

Roxas would explain it one day, since he'd already told a few other people.

"Yeah, or that, because they were here, I'd have to stop, you know, existing. I'd have to finish what had been started. I didn't want to do that, so that's why I got scared."

Although, there was still one thing that really didn't add up at all.

"... How did you manage to escape from it last time?"

"I wound up here. I was about to disappear, and go back him, but then I showed up here. I'm still not sure how."

He'd been ready, but now that there was some distance between him and that moment, he wasn't so sure anymore.

Emizel was a little taken back.

"... so then."

Did that sort of mean, when they all wake up, will he really disappear?

"Yeah. If we ever go home, I go back to him."

It's not desirable to say the least. But he figures he has time here, and he can use that to figure out a different plan, maybe.

"But it's enough to know I won't disappear now."

That just seemed.. horrible. Everyone else's lives were being made worse by being stuck here but... here, it was actually helping one. Were there others like this? ... It just didn't seem fair.

"... But sooner or later.."

None of them could stay here forever.

"Yeah..."

And who knew when that would be. But he was still here, and as far as he knew he wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. That was a grounding thought, and one he'd have to focus on.

"But I'm here now. I guess that counts for something."

It still sucked though, there had to be something that could stop it. Not that living in a dream world seemed like that much of a fun idea either.

"...We should probably go," finally Emizel spoke up. This trip seemed like it was about done. "Unless there's something else you want to check."

"No. This was all I needed to see. We can go now."

As much as he had resolved his issues about it, Roxas still wasn't very fond the mansion, and didn't really plan to stick around. Or visit it again.

"Thanks. For coming with me."

Emizel was about to reply with something, then stopped, then glanced at the Spirits, who were ignoring him now and heading back upstairs without him.

"...Yeah, no problem," maybe if he didn't make it sound like it was an awkward thing it wouldn't be an awkward thing.

Every Time you Close Your Eyes

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