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thirteenth_brat[The video opens with Roxas adjusting the camera. He already looks grumpy and it is obvious he's in a guest room in Disney Castle. Even before he moves back from the camera, it can be seen that his shirt is open. This might seem insignificant... until he moves back from the camera. On his chest can be seen a thin but just slightly jagged scar, far enough off to the left and up to where it could almost be said to be on his shoulder rather than on his chest. It also partially obscured by his shirt. He shifts a bit to sit more comfortably, the motion shaking the camera and making it obvious that camera and laptop both are on the bed with him. He glowers at the camera for a moment, looking like he maybe wants to bitch at everyone about something, before his expression softens and he seems to deflate a little. Looking down at his hands, he shakes his head and sighs.]
If anyone's thinking of asking me what happened, don't. The last thing I remember is heading toward the castle. According to my computer, that was just a bit more than a month ago. Not the first time I've lost a month, but at least I know where it went the first time. This time, I couldn't say.
[He holds his hands up so that they be seen clearly. They look all right, but that's not the issue. There are jumbled lines of thin scars, fitting around his wrists like a couple of bracelets.]
I could guess how these got here, but I don't actually know.
[He shifts again, pulling his shirt back to give a clearer view of the scar on his chest. He runs his fingers over the scar and shrugs.]
Probably from the battle in Radiant Garden, probably from elsewhere. I have no clue. There a few others. I'm not entirely sure they're from fighting.
It's probably exaggerating a little to say I don't remember anything, but I'm not even sure about that. Some of the things I think I might be remembering might just be bits and pieces of... of dreams, especially considering that's where they crop up most of the time.
[This line of thought seems a bit unsettling for him and he pauses a moment, looking away from the camera and seeming to shudder a little bit. For a moment, it seems like he's going to say something else. Instead, he shakes his head and turns the recording off.]
If anyone's thinking of asking me what happened, don't. The last thing I remember is heading toward the castle. According to my computer, that was just a bit more than a month ago. Not the first time I've lost a month, but at least I know where it went the first time. This time, I couldn't say.
[He holds his hands up so that they be seen clearly. They look all right, but that's not the issue. There are jumbled lines of thin scars, fitting around his wrists like a couple of bracelets.]
I could guess how these got here, but I don't actually know.
[He shifts again, pulling his shirt back to give a clearer view of the scar on his chest. He runs his fingers over the scar and shrugs.]
Probably from the battle in Radiant Garden, probably from elsewhere. I have no clue. There a few others. I'm not entirely sure they're from fighting.
It's probably exaggerating a little to say I don't remember anything, but I'm not even sure about that. Some of the things I think I might be remembering might just be bits and pieces of... of dreams, especially considering that's where they crop up most of the time.
[This line of thought seems a bit unsettling for him and he pauses a moment, looking away from the camera and seeming to shudder a little bit. For a moment, it seems like he's going to say something else. Instead, he shakes his head and turns the recording off.]
