On his end, Roxas wasn't having much better luck. As he pried bits and pieces of jagged stone and debris from the pile, he found that it was oddly therapeutic -having something to focus on. Rather than overwhelming dread that felt like some beast in the dark, looming over him; he merely felt bothered and worried. He was bothered that he found himself in a position where he wanted to say something, but he just couldn't bring himself to upset Xion any further than she already was. But the more he thought about it while pawing through the rubble, the more he realized that really it was one of those things that was going to happen whether or not he said it himself. Compounding this concern was that he was getting the notion into his head that if he didn't say something, she would merely keep at this until something severely injured her.
Considering that he still suspected that they both had loaner bodies, he really didn't want to bang them up any more than he absolutely had to.
It didn't take long before he hit the same wall of immovable, tightly fitted debris. Showing that their thoughts really didn't fall too far from each other, his initial response as well was to try checking to the sides and like her own results, he found himself at a loss as he began to think that now was going to be as good a time as any to try and talk her out of this again. But then a particular stone caught his attention -something large, thinner then the rest. It looked like it might give if he pulled hard enough.
Curious now, he grasped it by the edges and then strained, pulling back with what might his tired frame could muster.
He was then met with several sensations all at once. Roxas blinked as he felt the whole world slip into slow motion for him. The piece of rubble very audibly cracked and broke into a hail of pieces, a painful stinging sensation on his fingers informing him that he'd just stopped himself from playing the guitar for at least a week -maybe longer. Momentum carried him back as he felt his lungs draw in, but not release as he felt his feet lose their purchase on the pile, that sensation of free fall taking him as he flailed while drifting in the air off the pile, his face a mask of shock and terror as he realized he was about to slam rather hard against the remains of the train and his head was slowly guiding the rest of his body back.
Having watched enough movies, he had a horrific notion of where this was going. With how he was able to guess he was falling, he could almost see it as the impact slammed his head into the train car with easily enough force to snap Lucen's neck. It'd be quick, painless and then he'd find out first hand if there was a way out of this new world after all. But it wasn't on any of the terms he would've wanted.
Then it surged within him; that will to survive. It tugged at something in that back of his brain that prompted him to call on his Aerial Recovery ability. In a moment, the world returned to speed. Like a surge of electricity, his nerves and something else within him fired. In a neat flip, he rights himself in mid-air. Though still flying backward, his position changes as he lands in a neat crouch, sliding back until he hits the ruined train with an audible thunk and flops back in a heap.
Well, that came out longer than planned
Considering that he still suspected that they both had loaner bodies, he really didn't want to bang them up any more than he absolutely had to.
It didn't take long before he hit the same wall of immovable, tightly fitted debris. Showing that their thoughts really didn't fall too far from each other, his initial response as well was to try checking to the sides and like her own results, he found himself at a loss as he began to think that now was going to be as good a time as any to try and talk her out of this again. But then a particular stone caught his attention -something large, thinner then the rest. It looked like it might give if he pulled hard enough.
Curious now, he grasped it by the edges and then strained, pulling back with what might his tired frame could muster.
He was then met with several sensations all at once. Roxas blinked as he felt the whole world slip into slow motion for him. The piece of rubble very audibly cracked and broke into a hail of pieces, a painful stinging sensation on his fingers informing him that he'd just stopped himself from playing the guitar for at least a week -maybe longer. Momentum carried him back as he felt his lungs draw in, but not release as he felt his feet lose their purchase on the pile, that sensation of free fall taking him as he flailed while drifting in the air off the pile, his face a mask of shock and terror as he realized he was about to slam rather hard against the remains of the train and his head was slowly guiding the rest of his body back.
Having watched enough movies, he had a horrific notion of where this was going. With how he was able to guess he was falling, he could almost see it as the impact slammed his head into the train car with easily enough force to snap Lucen's neck. It'd be quick, painless and then he'd find out first hand if there was a way out of this new world after all. But it wasn't on any of the terms he would've wanted.
Then it surged within him; that will to survive. It tugged at something in that back of his brain that prompted him to call on his Aerial Recovery ability. In a moment, the world returned to speed. Like a surge of electricity, his nerves and something else within him fired. In a neat flip, he rights himself in mid-air. Though still flying backward, his position changes as he lands in a neat crouch, sliding back until he hits the ruined train with an audible thunk and flops back in a heap.