"...Gone?" Roxas' mouth hung open a little in disbelief. "That's--" His volume dropped suddenly before he finished. "...That's...it?" His gaze fell to the ground. "But...that doesn't make any sense..." he whispered slowly. Looking back up at Naminé, he let his voice rise again. "Why would someone do that to me?"

His eyes again fell, eyelids half-closed with them, but his words were no softer than they had been for the last question. "...Was there something I did that was bad...? Did I...deserve this?"