Yeah, no kidding. [He listens, but as he does... some of that old anger bubbles up. Not at Roxas, mind, but:]
There wasn't much of an excuse not to in Crystallis. In Animus, however...
[...]
[It's a reflex that he reaches up to touch his right shoulder, to make sure his arm is still attached.]
...It was like night and day. No experiments. No one observing you 24/7. People who actually wanted to help not dying because they dared to stand up. Yet they kept quiet to their little group like there was. Whined like small children terrified of a sweater under their bed when it got remotely hard and they had to face reality.
Then yelled at those who actually wanted to help but remained in the dark like the rest of us. [He'll never understand them. Ever.]
cw: dismemberment and experimentation mention
There wasn't much of an excuse not to in Crystallis. In Animus, however...
[...]
[It's a reflex that he reaches up to touch his right shoulder, to make sure his arm is still attached.]
...It was like night and day. No experiments. No one observing you 24/7. People who actually wanted to help not dying because they dared to stand up. Yet they kept quiet to their little group like there was. Whined like small children terrified of a sweater under their bed when it got remotely hard and they had to face reality.
Then yelled at those who actually wanted to help but remained in the dark like the rest of us. [He'll never understand them. Ever.]