Post by Roxas on Apr 4, 2018 15:33:18 GMT -5
Terra listened intently to Roxas's explanation, and he found it relatively easy to fumble through his explanation uninterrupted. His own loose lips came back to bite him when she mentioned the stars, and he went silent for a moment while he tried to figure out how to explain to her the breadth of their universe. He knew how she might've felt; it wasn't all that long ago that he'd been trapped in a virtual world where the limits of life stopped at the edge of town. The sheer truth of the matter was that the universe was such an unimaginably big place that it made the little circuit he ran feel small in comparison. It made a lot of things small, actually, and that was sort of hard to wrestle with.
It was a simple concept that carried with it a loaded gun full of implications. Still, Roxas nodded, persevering through his explanation as best he knew how. He tried to channel his inner Naminé with every word, his fingers absently toying with the chain of his seashell charm. Even in the lamplight, it glittered, storing within it a modicum of the light that protected him as he traveled between stars.
"Yeah, those stars," he managed. "Pretty much every star you see in the sky is another world. Some of them are a lot like this one. Sandy, a little cramped..."
He paused, aware that he wasn't giving her the most flattering image of her home. Shifting a little, the boy went on, subtly changing course.
"There are so many out there that it's kinda crazy to think about, and they're all different. They've all got their own names, their own people, their own rules. The biggest one is actually that I'm not supposed to talk about this sort of thing with the people that live in them, but..."
Roxas shrugged. He'd already blown his cover. It didn't matter anyway. Most people were willing to go with the flow and not question things. It was the people who bothered to dig deeper that usually deserved to know, those with a thirst for knowledge and the courage to push beyond what they thought they knew in pursuit of the truth. Terra struck him as that sort of person, but, even if she weren't, she'd helped him out of a tight spot earlier and he definitely owed her something for that.
"In some worlds, there's not a lot going on. People do their own thing. They don't have to worry about much, but... then there are worlds like this one, where the Heartless are starting to take root. Other worlds are already overtaken, swarmed so bad that they look like a big ball of bugs hanging out in space," he continued, gesticulating the image with his right hand. "My job is to go around and stop that kind of thing from happening, make sure things don't get too bad, and, uh... be a hero, I guess."
Was that his job? Roxas's grip tightened on the charm around his neck, gripping it just a little tighter for a second. He exhaled and his hold on the charm relaxed a little, his hand dropping to rest on his knee. What his job was didn't really matter. He shouldn't have mentioned it. The thought made him feel a little silly to begin with, but saying it out loud, that just... it sounded like he was something he wasn't. Unwilling to voice the thought, he moved on a little quickly.
"Basically, if people start going around doing nasty things, it creates this sorta... cycle, thing, and Heartless get made. I don't really know the specifics, but once that starts happening, the bitterness spreads."
It was a strange thing to explain the way darkness spread over worlds. Even stranger was the idea that he was about to have to explain a little bit of his role in it. A little reluctant and nearing the end of his explanation, Roxas instead settled on the idea of elucidating a little bit about his weapon.
"Then it can overtake a whole world if people aren't careful, if there aren't enough people around to do the right thing. To stop that, I go from world to world with my Keyblade, the weapon you saw earlier, and I stop things from getting too bad."
