[She froze when she suddenly felt his arms come around her, his head tucked into her shoulder. At first she was stiff. Her arms stuck between them for the moment, eyes like open windows to her own mixed feelings. So many things fluttered through them in a mere second. How everything had come back to him hadn't even hit her yet-- Maybe because with how it had, everything seemed to have almost a natural flow. Maybe it was because the time they had shared in which she hadn't been even a wisp of his memory was so short lived. Her focus instead spiraled to their days together, to everything she had cherished and every moment when the back of her mind had screamed that it was wrong.
And then she tentatively embraced him in turn, her hands gripping at the back of his shirt feebly. Even as her shoulder screamed in protest and her head throbbed like mad. Because right now-- and always --Roxas, how he was feeling... or "feeling". Whichever didn't matter, but-- she had always found him more important. Always wanted what was best for him, honestly. And now, with him suddenly reliving this all again-- She knew that he needed this. And, maybe... deep down.
'Don't be.'
'Just don't... don't ever do that again.'
She held on tighter, her eyes nearly closed. She didn't want to. She never wanted to. The words were there, but when she opened her mouth, they didn't come, but the way she curled closer to him probably gave him the answer he was looking for. His voice-- He was so scared. She hated hearing that in his tone. Wanted to never hear that tone because of her ever again if it were possible. And just moments before, she had been intent on distancing herself. Now, it felt nearly impossible. She just--
And then his eyes were on her... and that smiled that she missed was there, too. 'Puppet'. It was a term she was just about as akin to as he was and she wasn't really surprised by how laced with venom the word seemed to be when he spoke it. What really shocked her as she found herself following suit, leaning against the wall now with bated breath, was...
...She was what?
And then her hand reached up to her face... and she felt those tears. For a long moment, she stared at the ground... and then looked up at him, perplexed and lost and-- and then suddenly cracking a quiet little smile at him as fresh ones welled up. Same as him, huh...]
...I guess. I can't... really argue that... when you are, too.
[Why did it seem amusing? Or maybe it was just a sense of relief? Maybe... it was just a realization that she could still be who she was... his friend... even after what she had done to him. Even. After she had let what she was made for become almost reality...
As that relief washed over her though, she found her heels sliding until she was lowered into a seated position against the wall. Her head ducking forward with dim eyes. So exhausted. So much so that she couldn't hide it even if she chose to. The black mist was still hailing from her injury, but she didn't seem to notice. All this all of a sudden... was a lot to take in. So many different thoughts. She closed her eyes a moment... and just breathed.]
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And then she tentatively embraced him in turn, her hands gripping at the back of his shirt feebly. Even as her shoulder screamed in protest and her head throbbed like mad. Because right now-- and always --Roxas, how he was feeling... or "feeling". Whichever didn't matter, but-- she had always found him more important. Always wanted what was best for him, honestly. And now, with him suddenly reliving this all again-- She knew that he needed this. And, maybe... deep down.
'Don't be.'
'Just don't... don't ever do that again.'
She held on tighter, her eyes nearly closed. She didn't want to. She never wanted to. The words were there, but when she opened her mouth, they didn't come, but the way she curled closer to him probably gave him the answer he was looking for. His voice-- He was so scared. She hated hearing that in his tone. Wanted to never hear that tone because of her ever again if it were possible. And just moments before, she had been intent on distancing herself. Now, it felt nearly impossible. She just--
And then his eyes were on her... and that smiled that she missed was there, too. 'Puppet'. It was a term she was just about as akin to as he was and she wasn't really surprised by how laced with venom the word seemed to be when he spoke it. What really shocked her as she found herself following suit, leaning against the wall now with bated breath, was...
...She was what?
And then her hand reached up to her face... and she felt those tears. For a long moment, she stared at the ground... and then looked up at him, perplexed and lost and-- and then suddenly cracking a quiet little smile at him as fresh ones welled up. Same as him, huh...]
...I guess. I can't... really argue that... when you are, too.
[Why did it seem amusing? Or maybe it was just a sense of relief? Maybe... it was just a realization that she could still be who she was... his friend... even after what she had done to him. Even. After she had let what she was made for become almost reality...
As that relief washed over her though, she found her heels sliding until she was lowered into a seated position against the wall. Her head ducking forward with dim eyes. So exhausted. So much so that she couldn't hide it even if she chose to. The black mist was still hailing from her injury, but she didn't seem to notice. All this all of a sudden... was a lot to take in. So many different thoughts. She closed her eyes a moment... and just breathed.]