[Roxas looks up as the figure approaches, and relief washes over him. This must be The Scholar that his journal said replied to him. He hadn't met this person before, but Roxas was glad he had found him. He let out a sigh and nods, dropping the two rocks and tucking his journal to his chest; he would need it if he wanted to keep communicating.]
[But before he can attempt to write anything down, the person kneels to pick him up, causing another sharp jab to shoot through his legs. He gripped at The Scholar's arm, a gasp and silent cry of pain escaping him.]
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[But before he can attempt to write anything down, the person kneels to pick him up, causing another sharp jab to shoot through his legs. He gripped at The Scholar's arm, a gasp and silent cry of pain escaping him.]