[ She only hangs her head. It was so hard. It was so hard, those long months of watching him die. The months before, knowing something was wrong and not being able to confront him or do anything about it. And then finally watching him die, horrified by the spectacle, sick twice over because of the parallel memories of her own death, of experiencing what it was to be in the other position. The position she put Axel in. The position she put Roxas in.
Her shoulders jump, but she does not make a sound when she starts to cry. ]
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Her shoulders jump, but she does not make a sound when she starts to cry. ]