Roxas was quietly sitting on his bed. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions. He began to wonder how he had come to be. "Axel may know" he thought darkly. With a sigh and much reluctance, he heaved himself from his shabby, bed and searched for his friend. Axel was stowed away in his own room, slowly typing away on a strange, golden laptop computer. Roxas silently entered the older man's room. "Hello friend" Axel said dully not taking his head up. "Hi Axel" Roxas mumbled. He sat down in the chair closest to his companion. 'A-Axel, i just wanted to ask you somthing." Roxas stammered. "Yes?" Axel said still not looking up. "How?" Roxas said holding back tears. "How was I created and why? Why me?" He let his keyblades drop to the floor.
This time Axel looked up. "Roxas..." he mumbled. "We are nobodies...we cannot change that..."
A tear rolled down Roxas cheek.