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[chosennobody]

i have a lot of questions and not a lot of answers and i don't even know where to start looking for them in this place so here it is

who is narayana?

has anyone ever fought a crystal zombie before?

has anyone ever seen crystal pillars destroy the world before?

who on this world responds to "your majesty"?

has anyone figured out why we're here yet and who are the gods of this world?

what happens to people when they die in this world?

i saw some stuff in the dreamwidth and i want answers. i think people who were in crytallis might know since the crazy lady called us "heroes of light."

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[chosennobody]

[Alright, an apology and an invitation. This was already starting on a better foot than last time.]

It's cool. You were probably really confused about where you were.

[Because, Roxas reminded himself, most people didn't know about the existence of multiple worlds and so suddenly being shoved into another was probably startling.

Like that memory had been. Roxas nodded in response to Hunk's question. He entered the room and shut the door to give them some privacy and took a seat at the desk across from Hunk.]

Yeah. You were too? You were... the knight next to me, right?

[A conjecture based on voice alone, but he was pretty sure he was right.]

[chefbayardee]

[ Here, take an awkward, slightly gloomy nod, Roxas. ] Y-yeah. With the axe. [ And here's a forced smile. No good pun should go unlaughed at. ]

I thought it was kind of cool that we could do so much cool stuff, but... [ Hunk gulps down his mounting anxiety. Roxas is being pretty calm about all this, which is weird, because he can't stop freaking out. ] I saw people I recognized in there...

People from home. [ The poor guy sounds like he doesn't believe the words coming out of his own mouth. ]

[chosennobody]

[Sorry, the pun more or less went over his head, though there's some small part of the back of his brain that confirms that it is, indeed, much like something a long lost friend would say.]

We were pretty powerful. [The feeling reminded him of his last few days of freedom back home-- his real home. And then in Sora's heart. He'd felt like his potential was unlocked during those times. He'd never felt that before or since, until that memory.]

Yeah, I saw some of mine too. [But it wasn't as traumatizing to kill them as zombies as it had been to... well, another story for another time.]

That's what's so confusing. I'm not a king, you're not a knight. But the people we saw... They were definitely there for us. I mean, coincidences can only take you so far.

[And yes, aside from being perplexed, Roxas is still perfectly calm.]

[chefbayardee]

Maybe it was... a hallucination? [ He brings a hand to his chin and just starts to squint into the distance. ] Like... dreams are crazy anyway, so combining dreams with our memories could just make weird stuff happen.

[ And then he pauses for a moment before starting to fidget awkwardly. ] Maybe it was just drawing from stuff common to all of our dreams? I saw a few with zombies, and a lot of them involved people we cared about from our homes. And fighting.

[ He's not so sure about all the crystal stuff, though. Magic is so not his forte. ]

[chosennobody]

Maybe. I don't know. I didn't see anyone else's memories, or dreams, or whatever they were. [Roxas had come along on the rescue mission as backup and nothing more. Ending up in the dream he'd shared with others had been a complete mistake. If he were being honest the only reason he had gone out on the ships was to see if anyone he knew might be there. But of course, no one was there. No one important to him, anyhow.]

It was just... so specific. Like everything that happened was directly because of us, and everything we saw might have actually happened to us. The people I heard talking said the memories they saw, they couldn't interact with them, and they were specific to one person. But this one we could, and each of us saw something related to us. I just... I don't know. It's all really confusing.

[His gaze dropped from Hunk a little bit ago, and instead he's tracing the grain of the table with the tips of his fingers, brows knit together in concentration as he tried to puzzle the situation out.]