[Curiously he looks over at Saïx when he hears those words. Different? Well, he supposes that this is what he knows best, what he's in tune with best, so there's no sense in arguing about the subject. Saïx must be right. Axel could leave the conversation there... but something prompts him to keep speaking as he tucks his knees up to his chest and hugs his arms around them.
Isa, tell me about the moon again. What is it tonight? What'll it be tomorrow?
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Isa, tell me about the moon again. What is it tonight? What'll it be tomorrow?
Can we go see it together?]
What else?