[The breath lodged in his throat comes out, shaky and nearly choking him with relief in the process. She's-- then she'll be okay. Xion's a tough girl. His hands uncurl from their fists.
Good.]
Where is he. [Forgive him, Roxas - his voice is suddenly acidic and demanding]
no subject
Good.]
Where is he. [Forgive him, Roxas - his voice is suddenly acidic and demanding]