[a meteor shower... it's familiar, a strange half-memory prickling at the back of his mind. but even having not seen one himself, he knows what one means.]
[a dying world.]
[Roxas heads to the beach, but he doesn't help himself to any food or drink, and he doesn't move to sit on a blanket. he just goes to the edge of the water a short distance away from everyone else, and stands and watches, his expression melancholy.]