Axel was there right on time, though he wished he wasn't. He was completely unreadable. Even his usual smirk was gone, replaced by an absolute blank. He was icy and cold and dead, the rage within tempered by the sickening realization that there was nothing he could do to escape such a horrible decision.
He was going to regret it, he knew. He was going to regret it for the rest of his bad luck life.
He dressed sharply as always, and this time for a fight; the glasses, the flip flops, the plain black shirt were all gone— replaced by the dark, windswept lines of his jacket and a pair of heavy boots that had seen better days. The chains hanging from his pockets jingled slightly as he shuffled into the Coliseum, hands hidden in his coat.
"Roxas, if you don't give me your all, I'm gonna be disappointed." Worse than that, even. He looked up at all the spectators as a belated wry smile crossed his face. "I had some big speech planned out before I got here, but it comes down to this:
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He was going to regret it, he knew. He was going to regret it for the rest of his bad luck life.
He dressed sharply as always, and this time for a fight; the glasses, the flip flops, the plain black shirt were all gone— replaced by the dark, windswept lines of his jacket and a pair of heavy boots that had seen better days. The chains hanging from his pockets jingled slightly as he shuffled into the Coliseum, hands hidden in his coat.
"Roxas, if you don't give me your all, I'm gonna be disappointed." Worse than that, even. He looked up at all the spectators as a belated wry smile crossed his face. "I had some big speech planned out before I got here, but it comes down to this:
"I've been lying to you this whole time."