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“Pick up your weapons, asshole.”

“Stab me.”

“I’m warning you. Pick them up!”

“No.”

“Fucking pick them up, Axel!”

Axel remained silent, looking back into RoxasÂ’ angry blue eyes almost desolately, hope already long gone from them.

“Please!” Roxas pleaded. He hated how desperate he sounded. “Please… just pick them up!” So, so desperate.

AxelÂ’s reply was slow and soft, a weary ghost of a smile hovering on his lips.

“Only a Nobody, Roxas,” he murmured. “It’s okay if you hurt me... Like you said, we can’t feel.”