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There's no recognition in his eyes. They're wide and blue and Sora's, but they're blank with indifference. When Axel issues the challenge, the eyes narrow and the boy nods, gripping his weapon tighter, but there's still no recognition.

"Why are you pretending?" Axel asks, truly puzzled.

"Pretending to what?"

"That you don't know who you are. This place, this town, these kids… what are you playing at, Roxas?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he whispers, straightening up. The Keyblade is gone.

Axel shakes his head, twirling one of his weapons around; a lazy, nonchalant gesture. Roxas blinks, following the movement of the deadly spikes.

"Hmm, I see," Axel hums thoughtfully and his hands curl into fists, the discs gone. "Well, then, if this is how we're going to play…" The hood of his coat comes up and darkness swirls on the wall behind him.

"Wait!" Roxas takes a step forward, but he doesn't really know what he wants. "Who are you?"

The pale face is shadowed and the red hair isn't visible, but Roxas catches the glimpse of a smirk, before the man melts into the wall.

"I'm nobody."

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