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[ If you take a pale canvas and drop a black dot on it, it's bound to get noticed. It's this that initially calls Xion's attention to the figure at the far end of the hall she's walking past. It sticks out, and Xion turns her head to try to focus in on it.

There are lesser nobodies there too, with whoever's wearing the coat, but they seem to be on the same side. Most importantly, Xion spots the gleam of metal. An Organization member, not only armed but also backed up by nobodies? She can't ignore it, but at the same time, it'd be an understatement to say that pursuing the apparent threat while still not having power over the keyblade was reckless - stupid, even.

She's already in motion, and she's just too stubborn to stop herself. It must be pure luck that the Samurais and weapons disappear before she's half-way down the hall. Her eyebrows pull closer together in confusion. Is it a threat or isn't it? She continues on a few more feet, but stops to leave a good distance between herself and the back of the figure. ]

Who are you?

[He turns to look at her, but doesn't remove his hood. He doesn't answer either.]

...

[ Xion narrows her eyes. This person in front of her wasn't recalling whatever weapons had been there earlier, but this person isn't exactly what she'd call friendly either. The truth is, there aren't many people in the Organization of that stature. In fact, there are two. So either she'd rather literally just found herself or she was confronting some kind of unhinged Roxas. Either way, it feels like it's going to be a bumpy ride. ]

Who are you and why are you bringing nobodies here?

...It was a mistake. I didn't know I was getting brought back here.

[That voice sounds very emotionless, doesn't it?]

[ ...Roxas?

She'd sort of been expecting it, but she still can't entirely shake the urge to help. It may be Roxas's voice, but there is an emptiness to it that Xion can only think to associate with one word. Nobody. Her features soften for a minute, but she catches herself, shaking her head to snap herself out of it. She's not letting him get ahead just because it sounds like there's something wrong with one of her best friends. Xion takes a cautious step closer, still undecided as to whether she should be trying to help or argue. ]

If you've been here before, then you know most people won't appreciate those companions of yours.

I wont call them again unless I need them.

[He doesn't even move when she takes a step closer.]

[ Xion frowns, letting her guard down again. This time, it's intentional. She doesn't think she needs it. Roxas is so... hollow. ]

Why would you need them?

[ She comes in closer, watching for any warning signs as she tests him, trying to figure out if she can find the point that'll make him clench. The point where he cares to be more aware than this ghost of a Roxas will allow. ]

Did you forget how to fight for yourself?

[Hey guess what. Those keyblades are in his hands again.]

I can fight just fine.

[...He still doesn't move though. Doesn't show any signs that he plans to use the keyblades for anything. Just, a warning, possibly.]

[ Blink. Xion stops on the dot. Two keyblades? Neat trick, Roxas. She lowers her eyes to look over the keyblades for a moment, but then her eyes snap back up to his hooded face. ]

You know that "just fine" doesn't cut it. What are you so afraid of?

[The keyblades disappear again and he turns to walk away. Probably to go see if his old room has been taken or not.]

Who says I'm afraid of anything?

[Feel free to try to stop him though. And, sorry he's being such a jerk. He'll probably be less grumpy later. He's just still kinda really upset about Axel dying.]

[ Not so fast. Xion's reaching out in attempt to grab onto the fabric of the coat. Whether she happens to catch the fabric or is simply shouting after him, he'll be able to hear her frustration. ]

I do! I say you're petrified!

[Well it's not like he can just keep walking with her clinging to his coat. So he turns his head to look at her again.]

And what would I need to be afraid of?

[There may be juuuust a little bit of anger in his voice now. But it's not very noticeable.]

[ Therein lies the problem; Xion doesn't understand. She doesn't know what Roxas needs to be afraid of, so he'll get no answer there. She can hear the anger, but she can't identify it for what it is. It especially doesn't help that she's got two fists of his coat and he's got that hood that's frustrating her more and more by the minute. She needs cues; she's a long way from mastering identifying emotions. And that hood is keeping her shut out of the most revealing cues of them all. ]

How can you be this way? What happened to you?

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Oops, though I replied to this.

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