"We're all going to die doing this, aren't we?"
The Room Where Nothing Gathers went silent, and twelve vivid, empty eyes turned to their youngest member. Roxas looked back coldly, his heart beating the same pace it always did.
Thump, tha-thump. Thump, tha-thump. Thump, tha-thump.
"None of us are going to live through this."
Xemnas' orange eyes met Roxas' steadily. Xigbar's fists tightened around his armrests as he looked away. Xaldin bowed his head. Vexen studied his cold hands intently. Lexaeus' face was nearly sympathetic. Zexion closed his eyes, tipping back his head. Saix's face didn't change. Axel took a deep shuddering breath, cursing almost silently. Demyx smiled weakly, eyes almost sad. Luxord shuffled his cards mindlessly, determinedly. Marluxia was smirking, but it was empty, emptier than ever. Larxene popped her knuckles, glaring challengingly at Roxas.
"Yes," Xemnas answered finally, closing his eyes. "Number Thirteen… Roxas. We are all going to die, some much sooner than others."
Roxas nodded slowly, while the silence dragged on, every eye in the room on him, and not one was sad. Not even his.
His heart kept its tempo.
Thump, tha-thump. Thump, tha-thump. Thump, tha-thump.
"Okay."
And the heartless Nobodies continued hurtling towards the day they became nothing.