The young male had woken on the border of The Ascendants- lost, confused, and terrified. His mixed emotions could be seen in his blue eyes and all of his legs trembled, threatening to give out beneath him. The smell of blood filled the air from his left shoulder and he winced from the sharp pain, deciding to sit down on the border.

How strange. He couldn't recall anything from his past, aside from a tall, hooded figure with glowing yellow-eyes, yellow-eyes that sent shivers of fright down his spine and through all of his small body.

The young male would shuffle his paws nervously as he noticed Suiteheart approaching. His blue-eyes landed on the stash she had around her neck and his nostrils picked up the smell of herbs. "My name is Thirteen." He would say to the Cosmic General, before he nodded his head at her offer. "Er, sounds good?"

Then another feline showed up. There was something odd about her. Something almost familiar. He found himself attempting to make eye contact with her when she threw her hood over her head. A somewhat worried expression had formed on his facial features and he asked. "Uh, are you all right?"

Roxas would glance at Xion, the concerned look in his blue eyes growing as she mentioned that she had hit her head. He was somewhat worried about the female, even though he had no idea who she was.

He would eye warily in Suiteheart's direction, before relaxing as she brought the cobwebs and comfrey over to him, all of his body going limp as she tended to his wounds. "I'll make sure it doesn't get infected." Roxas would say to the Cosmic General, his blue eyes observing her at work. "I don't think we do." The striped-feline said, a blank stare towards Xion on his face. "Do you think I'm someone else you know?" He asked the female.

Then the young-male noticed Bastille approaching, but he decided not to say anything to him, unless he was spoken to.