Days 353-355

Day 353

Axel let Xion leave the Organization. I understand that the Organization is planning something against us but what? Why does Xion get to run and not the three of us? What am I not being told? I tried asking Axel but he isn’t giving me a straight answer. I want to trust him.

Day 354

There was a meeting in the Round Room. Everyone kept calling Xion a “puppet.” A part of some “Replica Project” designed to copy the Keyblade wielder’s powers. But that can’t be true. A puppet doesn’t have thoughts or feelings, right?

Day 355

I’ve been thinking a lot about myself. Xemnas said me and Xion are connected to Sora. If Xion is a puppet and Sora is the connector, then what does that make me? Axel knows more than he lets on and he was the only one I could ask.

Upon entering the lounge I see Axel by himself. It’s the perfect time to ask him.

“Axel.”

“Hey, Roxas.”

“Have you found Xion yet?”

“You know it isn’t gonna be that easy.”

“Yeah, I guess. Have you known about Xion? This whole time?”

“No. Not the whole time.”

“Since when?”

He scratches his head. “Well, I can’t exactly remember when.” He’s bullshitting me again. I try to remain calm and change my questioning. “Axel, who am I really? I know I’m special, like Xion. But the Organization wanted me out of the picture.”

“Yeah, they did.”

“And I’d guess that’s because Xion copied my power to use the Keyblade. Making me useless. You must feel the same way too.”

“That’s wrong. I’ll always love you, Roxas.”

“If you loved me you’d be honest with me!” I couldn’t help but shout. Trying to exploit our relationship like this is unforgivable. “Who am I, Axel? Xemnas told me, me and Xion are connected to Sora but I don’t even know a Sora! Am I a puppet like Xion?”

“You’re different from Xion.”

“Then why do-”

“Finding out the truth doesn’t always work out for the best!”

“What makes you so sure of that? I have the right to know the truth! How did I even get here? Why am I so special? Where did I learn to use the Keyblade?” The questions I’d never thought to ask before kept coming. If I didn’t stop myself I feel like I could keep yelling questions at Axel for another twenty minutes. “Don’t you see, Axel? I hardly know who I am! What’s so wrong with wanting some answers?” I pause and give myself a second to regain my composure. “Please, I need to know. Who am I?”

“You just gotta trust me, Roxas.”

“I can’t, not anymore.” Turning my back to Axel I start walking way.

“Roxas, wait!”

“Somebody knows where I came from. If I can’t get answers from you I’ll get them from someone else. I’ll trust them.”

I feel a twinge of guilt as I leave Axel alone in the lounge but what I said was true. I couldn’t trust him anymore. I went to my room to get my stuff. I’m leaving the Organization. While gathering my things I find the WINNER stick I got all those days ago. I enter Axel’s room and place it on his table, as a parting gift.

On my way out I see Axel again, waiting for me.

“Roxas, are you really doing this?”

“We’ve been through this, Axel. I need to find out who I am.”

“You can’t turn on the Organization! They’ll destroy you!”

“No one would miss me.”

“You know that’s not true. I would.”

I know, Axel. I’m sorry.

I continue on to the only place I know to go.