[he's leaning on the counter in the hospital, speaking to someone behind the counter, as patiently as he can muster] The keyblades would have been with me when I arrived, so they must be somewhere. Can you just look? They'd be really obvious. They're solid metal keys that are around four feet long. One is mostly black, and the other is mostly white.

[intellectually, Roxas knows that they're going to be useless here. but he also doesn't even slightly care. it's important to him that he have them. and he's perfectly oblivious to anyone else who might be in the vicinity, other than Phascomon, tucked into the hood of his Organization coat snugly and half-dozing]

Thank you. [slightly more muted, and he leans against the counter]