After Roxas left Ophelia's, he began to walk home. He was thinking hard about what she said to him. "If you're going to be with me, you'll have to try to get along with Jax." This was hard for him since he could hardly stand Jax. People like her who seem to only want power. Sends them to an early grave. He hated the thought of Jax being killed and then leaving Ophelia alone. 'Let's not think of that shall we?' He thought to himself as he walked home. 

Once home Roxas immediately started to undress and got into his shower. It was a nice warm shower just as he liked it. Just as he was about to turn the water off, his head started to hurt and it stopped him in his tracks. "What do you want this time?" Roxas growled as he went to sit down in his tub. The water still beating down on him. It felt warmer than usual, but this was no surprise to Roxas. 

"I want some damn legroom in this stupid head if yours. You get all the space and I just get pushed back down." Ifrit complained. "If I'm going to be stuck in here then I expect some space." Roxas didn't really know how to deal with that. He only imprisoned Ifrit because he didn't want anyone else to go through the same pain he did. "No." He grimaced. "This is my head and you will listen to my rules." He started to get wary now. His head usually didn't hurt this much when Ifrit would talk to him. Actually he got used to it after a while. This time was different though. He could feel himself starting to slip a little. "You know you'd never have to deal with this pain again if you'd just let me out." Ifrit teased. "No we're not having this conversation again." 
Roxas started to fight back and the headache slowly went away. "Okay fine then. I'll stay in here, but don't get mad at me when you slip up in front of your girlfriend and someone gets hurt." He started to laugh then went away. "Damn it. I need to get a better hold on him." 

Roxas finally got out of the shower and put on some clothes he wanted to get some fresh air. And maybe find someone who could help him.