Axel stared steadily at him. "It doesn't matter why you have the keyblade," he said calmly. "Fuck them."
"Doesn't matter?" Roxas cried to him, tears in his eyes, gripping the unwanted object tightly. "Doesn't matter? How can you say it doesn't matter? You don't understand!"
Axel, still appearing calm as ever, walked to him. He put his hands on his face and looked straight into his eyes. "Roxas, listen to me. We're all fighting for the same thing here. We all want the same goal. Just stick around. It'll be...worthwhile in the end."
Tears started to form in Roxas's eyes. "You actually believe that bullshit?"
Axel winced. "Just calm down. You're going nowhere with this."
"Nowhere? In case you haven't noticed, we haven't been going anywhere for a while."
Axel felt a sting in him, and it brought his lips to Roxas's cheeks, kissing his tears. "Stop crying," he whispered.
Roxas shoved him away. "You talk about goals. The organization. You don't know. You just....you don't know. I have to find out why I have the keyblade. I have to."
Axel froze there, staring at him. He wanted to say something, anything, but he found himself unable to speak. Dammit, what the hell should he say? Why couldn't he say anything? Why was he so stupid?
"I have to go," Roxas said again, wiping the tears from his eyes, feeling rather foolish. "I'm sorry you can't understand that." And with that, he disappeared into darkness.
"Dammit!" Axel shouted, shoving a fist into wall next to him, involuntarily setting it on fire. He stood there, staring at where Roxas had been standing just a moment ago. He could feel the fire on his hand as the building started to burn. He didn't care. "Fine, Roxas." He muttered. "If it's going to burn down, then mark my words, I'll burn down with it."
A single tear began to stream down his face. "Burn, baby."