The battle had been long and more intense than Roxas would have wanted, with waves upon waves of heartless of all kinds, but in the end they'd cleared the area and Roxas could breathe a sigh of relief. Standing at the center of them all, keyblade at the ready in one hand, he waved the other and opened a swirling black portal. "I know it doesn't look great," he said, indicating the portal, "but it's a passageway. We can go to other, safer, worlds through this. You guys should probably hurry though. We wiped out a lot of heartless, but I don't know how long that'll last."

The portal swirled in front of him and Roxas ushered them through, one at a time, to the place he knew Sora's friends, Leon, Aeris, and the others, would be. They would be taken care of there, Roxas knew, but he, as a nobody, an inhuman, would not be welcomed. Somehow, the people there, unlike the ones he knew, had ways of instinctively knowing when they were with someone not like them. Vexen might call it a self-preservation response; after all, nobodies weren't exactly desirable elements.

"I'll go through last," he assured them, not specifying that he had absolutely no intention of following them to Hollow Bastion. If they knew, they would force him to come along with them, not understanding that he was a liability to them in this world, not an asset. They might be angry at him for what he did, but he'd rather be the one they hated than the one who'd endangered them.