[They might have shared some things. But in the end, Roxas would always be Roxas to her. Her best friend. Someone, even, that she was willing to give up her existence for. That wouldn't change, no matter how he was related to Sora... and she knew enough that he felt the same about her.
At his last comment though... Xion sat in silence, considering it with careful, flowing thoughts. It was possible... maybe. Maybe not as intensely as they had witnessed his memories, but... Then again...]
...It's hard for me to say. I don't remember anything after I...
[She trailed off and gestured lightly with her hand as if that would finish her thought. Then letting silence veil them a little longer. If Sora had, she wondered if that would have changed anything. And if it had, would it have been for better or worse? There always seemed to be complications. Always. Trial after trial. Nothing ever was simple. She found herself tugging away at her hood, just thinking about everything.
All the trials and tribulations. Just hearing about them wore on her and she hadn't even been there to see it. At least not consciously. She was part of Sora then, of course. But... while Roxas apparently could keep his sense of self composed, hers had shattered the moment she had returned. Perhaps it was partly due to the resolve that she had carried at the time. She had steeled herself, accepted it. While Roxas had fought it. Did part of him feel betrayed for her just shutting down like that now that he knew they had co-existed in Sora together for a time? She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still not entirely believing this to be real. Her hand came to touch his arm as her mouth formed a thin, unreadable line. Although her conflict was more than apparent in her eyes as always.
All the memories she had of Sora back then... All the trouble they had caused, really.]
...Knowing how we were with having his memories though, it might be better if he never did.
I'm pretty impressed how much this has lived. XD;
At his last comment though... Xion sat in silence, considering it with careful, flowing thoughts. It was possible... maybe. Maybe not as intensely as they had witnessed his memories, but... Then again...]
...It's hard for me to say. I don't remember anything after I...
[She trailed off and gestured lightly with her hand as if that would finish her thought. Then letting silence veil them a little longer. If Sora had, she wondered if that would have changed anything. And if it had, would it have been for better or worse? There always seemed to be complications. Always. Trial after trial. Nothing ever was simple. She found herself tugging away at her hood, just thinking about everything.
All the trials and tribulations. Just hearing about them wore on her and she hadn't even been there to see it. At least not consciously. She was part of Sora then, of course. But... while Roxas apparently could keep his sense of self composed, hers had shattered the moment she had returned. Perhaps it was partly due to the resolve that she had carried at the time. She had steeled herself, accepted it. While Roxas had fought it. Did part of him feel betrayed for her just shutting down like that now that he knew they had co-existed in Sora together for a time? She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, still not entirely believing this to be real. Her hand came to touch his arm as her mouth formed a thin, unreadable line. Although her conflict was more than apparent in her eyes as always.
All the memories she had of Sora back then... All the trouble they had caused, really.]
...Knowing how we were with having his memories though, it might be better if he never did.