[Roxas, admittedly, had not gotten this far in his planning. After all, the letters hadn't really had any sense of planning, outside of forcing himself to write it and then sending it off before he could change his mind. Mentally, he's kicking himself for not sticking to writing.]
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I, uh, I wanted to talk. About what happened.
Things kinda fell apart.
[An understatement to be sure.]