roxas:
he snorts , out of amusement as opposed to anything else as he regards the younger wraith . ‘ sure , like trying to dry swallow a pill , ’ he adds , lacking any actual remorse . roxas casts his gaze on the cluster of people still mourning or pretending to do so by the great lake . despite their mutual beliefs , polignac was barely someone he’d consider an acquaintance . and the fact he’s been taken out that easily with this entire ceremony as proof , the deceased was of the lesser ones roxas was glad he didn’t trouble himself with . it was tiring , to say the least , to pretend he actually gave a fuck . at the younger goyle’s latter statement , he actually manages a chuckle . ‘ anything else is worth looking forward to at this point . ’
Being in Roxas’ presence only reminded Dani of the chaos that had taken place in her mind. She should hate him, for taking Icarus’ place, according to her own moral code. If it was up to her father, and the Wraiths in general — well, she ought to revere him. She found she did neither, and so she returned to old patterns. Roxas needn’t know about her conflicts. The less he knew, the better. And so she grinned, head cocked to the side, falling back into her routine, trying to see Roxas as who he had always been — a second brother, of sorts. “If I ever die, and they give me a memorial this dull ... please make sure someone pays dearly.” Dani yawned, as if terribly bored. She supposed she was, even though the death of a fellow student — a fellow Wraith, even — should startle her. “Poor Polignac. Boring pre and post mortem.”
