Roxas's outburst may have been unnecessary- but he desperately yearned for a time when he wasn't constantly being forced to act or speak, be it by threats, orders, or subtle manipulation. He hadn't been away from his own world so long that his anger towards the Organization had dissipated, and being abruptly confronted by someone whom he did not know, and spoke of things he had only recently become aware of himself- as well as carrying information he didn't know at all; frankly it was -in his mind- justified.
As this man -Or Terra, as he found out-, spoke, he let himself take a breath, reminding himself that he was in Hive City, a universe apart from the World That Never Was, and for now, he was best off by not causing any scenes- his vengeful mission couldn't be accomplished here. While his frustrated irritation lingered, he listened intently to the answers he had so angrily demanded.
When the brunet paused, presumably to let the information sink in, Roxas's mind darted about, working quickly to process these new ideas. From the start, he had always presumed and been implied to, that he alone held the power of the Keyblade. There was a dip in his memory that suggested otherwise- but it was so faded and hazy, he gave it barely any thought. With a new mental outlook, the blonde sized up the elder with a fine-toothed gaze.
If he was telling the truth; then it was merely another lie the Organization had fed him, and honestly that made it much easier to believe Terra's story. It also struck a chord of curiosity in him that sparked in his expression- how many other Keyblade wielders could there be? Were himself and... Sora, -he inwardly recoiled at the mental thought of that name- only two of many?
"Demyx." He murmured after a few solid moments of silence, his shoulders still stiff with tension, but his aggression fading slowly. Louder, he repeated himself. "Demyx is the one you're talking about, I think. He's the only one with that kind of hair that I know of." Personally he couldn't figure out any logical reason for Demyx to know Roxas had two Keyblades- Unless the Dusks had been spying on him during his angry return to the Castle, but he supposed that didn't matter anymore.
Another moment of silence, the young Nobody contemplating Terra's request. A trade is a trade, he guessed. He got what he wanted, regardless of how confusing the info was, so he might as well comply. Looking up and meeting Terra's gaze, he took a breath, and spoke;
"Well, first of all. I... Honestly, don't know how, or why, I can summon two Keyblades. Secondly, what Demyx told you is true; that was the Organization's goal. They wanted to use the Keyblade to get new Hearts, since Nobodies don't have any." He paused for just a moment, gathering his thoughts. "But it was a lie, or Xemnas lied to the rest of us about it- I'm not sure, and I don't know their true intentions, but they were using me to achieve them. A lot happened, and when we figured out the truth about that, and other things, we defected and left. I wouldn't be a puppet to their plans."
He stopped, feeling a new wash of... he couldn't even describe it. He knew it shouldn't be possible, but he could only think of it as just pure emotion. Blinking twice, he continued. "Like I said before, they're not my friends, or my comrades. I made a promise to stop them. And if you're against their plans too, then I guess we're probably on the same side."
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