[She pulled herself up, half sitting, half plopping onto the fountain next to him at his invitation, this time far less hesitant about the idea. But it also helped that this time, she didn't feel like there was a big glass wall between them. This time... the one that had fought those fights with her, who had been through trial after trial, mission after exasperating mission, who had seen the end of her. The one that was one of her best friends, regardless of that. That Roxas was here.
And after giving him a coy nod. Because it honestly did sound... really strange. Neither of them had known much about Sora, after all. Just flickers of his memories. Even then though, Roxas himself hadn't much of an idea about him. Xion had known only a tiny bit more, honestly. But still not enough as he seemed like he did. It made sense though, she kept having to remind herself. Roxas had been through some things since, hadn't he? So, with that in mind, she just relaxed... and listened.
The first comment didn't surprise her. Xion had witnessed only bits and pieces of it, her conscious having faded in and out at the time. But she knew that riku had stopped him in the end. That... had been the end of her memories then though. So, from there, everything was fresh and new to her. But... the more she heard... the tighter her hands seemed to grip on the leather of her coat. Fooling him like that... into thinking he lived in Twilight Town like that. And rewriting his memories. Tampering with his memories. That alone ate away at her. Memories. Memories were something that were so precious to them. It was something that she knew both Roxas and Axel... They had always valued. It made them who they were. For Roxas... It made him not just "Sora's nobody".
And listening to him describe how he fought with Axel on top of that. It... Was this really what she left him to? Was this what Namine had intended on when she said that she would watch over him? It... It was really killing her inside to know that all of this had happened in her absence. All this... He didn't deserve. And what made it worse was that this spiral of indifference didn't stop. Even with Namine's weak means of trying to make his transfer from the living lie to accepting himself as part of Sora. Everything was wrong. It was... so unacceptably wrong.
...But the conversation with DiZ. That was the last nail in the metaphorical coffin. She stood up suddenly, wobbling as she did. Fists clutched and eyes narrowed into a heavy set glare for just a moment's notice as she tried so hard not to just... snap out right there. So many words and thoughts and... All of it was coming at her and she couldn't decide on what to do for a moment. Until, finally, her appalled thoughts took the most root and she turned back to face him. Her features anxious. Her words cutting through with apprehension and pain.]
That's not right! How could that-- She promised that she-- They had no right to do that to you!
[She sounded almost hysterical towards the end. Her voice cracked and shriveled and then she was leaning over and embracing him where he sat because she was all sorts of apologetic and angry and... and... How could this have happened? How could she have let it happen? Roxas, he... He hadn't deserved this!]
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And after giving him a coy nod. Because it honestly did sound... really strange. Neither of them had known much about Sora, after all. Just flickers of his memories. Even then though, Roxas himself hadn't much of an idea about him. Xion had known only a tiny bit more, honestly. But still not enough as he seemed like he did. It made sense though, she kept having to remind herself. Roxas had been through some things since, hadn't he? So, with that in mind, she just relaxed... and listened.
The first comment didn't surprise her. Xion had witnessed only bits and pieces of it, her conscious having faded in and out at the time. But she knew that riku had stopped him in the end. That... had been the end of her memories then though. So, from there, everything was fresh and new to her. But... the more she heard... the tighter her hands seemed to grip on the leather of her coat. Fooling him like that... into thinking he lived in Twilight Town like that. And rewriting his memories. Tampering with his memories. That alone ate away at her. Memories. Memories were something that were so precious to them. It was something that she knew both Roxas and Axel... They had always valued. It made them who they were. For Roxas... It made him not just "Sora's nobody".
And listening to him describe how he fought with Axel on top of that. It... Was this really what she left him to? Was this what Namine had intended on when she said that she would watch over him? It... It was really killing her inside to know that all of this had happened in her absence. All this... He didn't deserve. And what made it worse was that this spiral of indifference didn't stop. Even with Namine's weak means of trying to make his transfer from the living lie to accepting himself as part of Sora. Everything was wrong. It was... so unacceptably wrong.
...But the conversation with DiZ. That was the last nail in the metaphorical coffin. She stood up suddenly, wobbling as she did. Fists clutched and eyes narrowed into a heavy set glare for just a moment's notice as she tried so hard not to just... snap out right there. So many words and thoughts and... All of it was coming at her and she couldn't decide on what to do for a moment. Until, finally, her appalled thoughts took the most root and she turned back to face him. Her features anxious. Her words cutting through with apprehension and pain.]
That's not right! How could that-- She promised that she-- They had no right to do that to you!
[She sounded almost hysterical towards the end. Her voice cracked and shriveled and then she was leaning over and embracing him where he sat because she was all sorts of apologetic and angry and... and... How could this have happened? How could she have let it happen? Roxas, he... He hadn't deserved this!]