so pardon me while I burn

Now that I've got it, I don't really want it anymore. Not all that useful. Just seems like a whole lot of trouble to me.

I never was as persistent as the Superior.

..What happened? Always on the run, aren't you, Roxas?

[strikes hackable]

[every five seconds or so, the sound of someone snapping their fingers is heard. After about a minute, there's a noise of frustration, and then]

This place blows.

'Econtra', huh? Sounds like a disease.

"Sorry, kid, but you've contracted Econtra. Do what you want now, because in three months, you'll be making friends with the dirt."

This has got to be a dream. Hah. I'll even go for nightmare.

Drafted, because you were stupid enough to get into something and not realize you’d be outnumbered. Sorry, but I fail to see how this is really my problem. I could care less if you guys got your ass kicked, whoever you are—or maybe I couldn’t.

On a more serious note... Last time I checked, I was supposed to be dead, lost in oblivion – not the Castle. Last time I checked, I was fading away into nothingness—whatever you want to call it—and staring up into some kid’s face. Seriously, I sacrifice myself for a kid with a giant key and goofy shoes for this? Well...shit.

..Wait. Where the hell are my chakrams? And which way is out? I’ve got more important things to do than to play cowboys and indians