[Xion... honestly really wanted to believe that things would turn out better this time. That things could be simple. But she knew that nothing was like that. Again and again they had struggled. And again, they had fallen away. The pain that she had caused him through her lack of control of her unavoidable fate. A fate that would undoubtedly persist. Why would anything change now? She couldn't forget it just like she couldn't just wave off that she was a puppet. A replica whose worth wasn't even half of her friend's. She knew... She knew that it ate away at him for her to think that way. But it wasn't a thought process that she could just overturn in a matter of moments. Just like the realization of how much of an impeding danger she was to him.
And for Xion would always inevitably, at the end of the day... hold him above her. He was her best friend. And someone really important. And then Roxas would reach out as he did then both physically and with words-- as he always tried to. But this time... as they had before, the words themselves were no longer the naive ones she once knew. Things were different. More knowing. And perhaps that was why then. That and the guilt ever present. That drew her eyes to his and slowly let her fingers cup his own hand firmly but with a gentleness. Because she wanted to believe--
That things could be different. That they could exist.
And they were, she knew. Even as she watched him quizzically as she always did. This wasn't Roxas telling her that everything would be fine. Because even he wasn't lost to the seriousness of things. But despite this, despite what she was, despite what she had done to him, there he was. Telling her he would still be for her, still see this through. And a little bit of her that wanted to believe squeezed his hand a bit more tightly. Still, she dropped her gaze a moment.]
I... I won't hide anything either. Not... Not this time.
['I'm sorry.',˙ǝɯıʇ ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ uǝǝq ǝʌɐɥ pןnoɥs ı,'I didn't want you to see that ugly truth if I could help it.' ,˙noʎ oʇ pǝıן ǝʌɐɥ ʇ,upןnoɥs ı,'But even so.']
...Still. Knowing that if things do... happen that way again... promise me you'll stop me.
[Her grip on his hand weakened a bit.] Maybe... No, I know it's not right of me to ask you to go through that again... but-- but if you... [Her hand tightened around his again but she remained silent.]
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And for Xion would always inevitably, at the end of the day... hold him above her. He was her best friend. And someone really important. And then Roxas would reach out as he did then both physically and with words-- as he always tried to. But this time... as they had before, the words themselves were no longer the naive ones she once knew. Things were different. More knowing. And perhaps that was why then. That and the guilt ever present. That drew her eyes to his and slowly let her fingers cup his own hand firmly but with a gentleness. Because she wanted to believe--
That things could be different. That they could exist.
And they were, she knew. Even as she watched him quizzically as she always did. This wasn't Roxas telling her that everything would be fine. Because even he wasn't lost to the seriousness of things. But despite this, despite what she was, despite what she had done to him, there he was. Telling her he would still be for her, still see this through. And a little bit of her that wanted to believe squeezed his hand a bit more tightly. Still, she dropped her gaze a moment.]
I... I won't hide anything either. Not... Not this time.
['I'm sorry.'
,˙ǝɯıʇ ʇsɹıɟ ǝɥʇ uǝǝq ǝʌɐɥ pןnoɥs ı,
'I didn't want you to see that ugly truth if I could help it.',˙noʎ oʇ pǝıן ǝʌɐɥ ʇ,upןnoɥs ı,
'But even so.']...Still. Knowing that if things do... happen that way again... promise me you'll stop me.
[Her grip on his hand weakened a bit.] Maybe... No, I know it's not right of me to ask you to go through that again... but-- but if you... [Her hand tightened around his again but she remained silent.]