Hero: a person, typically a man who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities.
"Hey kid, I've got a quick question for you," Roxas turned around. A rather lanky redhead was looking in his direction. "Yea, you, blondie." Roxas took a step towards the older man.
"Question?" he knew it was bizarre, especially considering since no one ever seemed to come TO Twilight Town, but he was curious.
"What do you think a hero is?" Roxas was taken aback. He was puzzled, not expecting that.
"I guess..." He stopped. He didn't really have a clear idea. But he was pretty sure if he met a hero he would know.
The taller of the two smiled.
"Walk with me kid while you think about it. I'll repay your time with some ice cream," the smirk reminded Roxas vaguely of someone he thought he knew. He shrugged it off.
"That desperate for company, eh?" he smirked in his own right. The redhead's smirk widened still.
"You could say that."
Roxas walked with the redhead, heading for Sunset Hill.
"I suppose a hero is someone that does something brave..." the younger teenager ventured.
"What does brave mean anyway?" the redhead threw out, "I mean, everyone throws the word around, but what's it even mean when people say it anyway?"
Roxas started to answer, but then he thought about how his companion had phrased the question. When people say it, he supposed that that WAS different from just a run of the mill definition. Context, and all that did contribute to what people meant.
"Ya ever think a hero is someone who just keeps trying for something?" the redhead asked.
"Well... It depends on what it is he's trying to do," Roxas countered, "If they're... trying to take over the world, or do something at the expense of a lot of other people, then he's probably not a hero."
This made the taller of the two smile, and Roxas couldn't figure out what he'd said that was so funny, anyway.
"What if he was trying to get back something that meant a lot to him... perhaps at the expense of one other person," the older teenager seemed to have sobered up a little. Roxas thought on what he said.
"I suppose... it depends what he'd be doing to the other person," he finally decided.
The taller of the two, got up from where they were sitting, and smiling a little sadly.
"Thanks for talking with me, Roxas," he called as he walked away, and disappeared around the corner. Something in the blond's chest jolted at the way the other had sounded.
It wasn't until, many hours later, he stood alone in his room, that he realized he'd never told the redhead his name.