Roxas seemed to be coming out of some strange trance...or illusion, and felt as if he was falling...falling through emptiness. His friends seemed to have....vanished...it was a world where there was no one to love....no friends or family...his friends flashed in his mind as the gaping hole of absolute oblivion and nothingness in a frenzy *Sora, Hayner, Pence and Olette....Namine.......
No! The though of losing everything...of losing everyone a second time made Roxas realize that he was falling in blackness...into the very heart of darkness.
Then, in the midst of his fall, he stopped. He fell in place, as if frozen in time. And then his eyes changed pictures...focused on something else. There were three of them. Giant armored soldiers...were they giants??? They radiated evil...and destruction. Images and voices began speaking to Roxas, flashing in his head like subliminal messages.
They spoke of Chasers....Xehanort...and Ansem's missing report. Then he was in a graveyard. A keyblade filled graveyard. Roxas fell again, and landed in the deserted keyblade cemetary hard on to his knees. He reached out...and the images cracked like glass, they shattered into a thousand pieces, fragments cutting Roxas all over his body, blood sprayed from his new wounds, and now he was lying a puddle of blood...but whose was it? He screamed. He screamed until his voicechords were ripped, and he pulled his hair, crying uncontrollably...then he heard more voices.
Familiar voices....Namine!
Then...the dream Roxas fainted. His eyes slowly opened, they were cloudy and blurry. As blurry as they was, Roxas could make out a petite femine figure. A beautiful blonde girl. Roxas' ears were ringing, and he wanted to reach out to the figure..to the angel that saved him, and he heard her voice again...
"Na-Namine?" Roxas whispered softly trying to come to. His eyes began to un-blur and he saw her. He smiled and began to say something, when he saw where they were. An unfamiliar place...almost like a castle. The stone walls, and the machinery in the background filled Roxas with caution. He lifted himself into a sitting position, his ears still ringing, his head throbbing, and looked over to Namine. Then he saw that they weren't alone, Hayner was with them.
Hayner had a glazed faraway look in his eyes...and Roxas knew why. They made eye contact, and Hayner had tears in his eyes. Then Roxas looked back to Namine...the tears began to swell in his eyes. He had been in troublesome predicaments before, but these were hideously different..violent and fatal. He was nervous...and scared. Not for himself, but for Olette, and Hayner and Namine. It took no words for them all to communicate, they all sat in the room, afraid together.
Roxas felt the urge to embrace his friends...but held back, he had no energy to move. The situation had drained him.
"Namine....Hayner....I'm sorry I couldn't have protected you guys..couldn't have," he choked on his words "-couldn't have saved Olette...or Pence." His head looked down at the ground, he was ashamed of himself.