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He reached for the white paint and wrote, in big, messy letters:

AXEL
Wild,
Dangerous,
Chakram expert,
Beloved best friend.
“Got it memorized?”

He stuck the cereal box next to Axel’s headstone then got up and glared, icy blue eyes glimmering, at the large, gray slab of granite, as if the thing were Axel himself. “But most of all,” he said, fists clenched and shaking by his sides, “you were stupid for making me like you, then dying, with your stupid, stupid court-jester tattoos and, and your smile, and…”

Riku looked up at Roxas. “He really loved you.