[His cursory examination of the throne room wasn't turning up anything that they wouldn't have been able to tell just by peeking in the door. It was just so strange that the place would be so barren of anything; not the castle's treasure, its inhabitants or even its guards.
To his frustration, he found himself almost wishing the Heartless that had plagued most of Sora's visit to the place were present so that there was something where he remembered it. But there wasn't anything like that. It was like being on a mockup or a really poor recreation, like the digital Twilight Town, only if DiZ had decided to really lax on his efforts to make the place look authentic.
Finally her question got his attention.]
Yeah, he was... but the Cornerstone's no where around here.
None of the people that were here are.
I don't know what to make of it.
[He was going between nervous and frustrated. It scared him, really. That paranoid voice in his head was suggesting now that perhaps somehow both of them were now in some kind of data recreation, only it'd never been completed. But he didn't want to worry her with such a wild theory, at least not until he had something to even begin confirming his suspicion with.
In a way he felt bad thinking that way; they'd promised to be open with each other this time. But Xion already worried about so much as it was, he really didn't want her upset because his imagination was jumping at shadows. Eventually he reached a compromise; he decided that if he found the slightest shred of evidence, then he would tell her.]
On the agenda for the next couple days.
To his frustration, he found himself almost wishing the Heartless that had plagued most of Sora's visit to the place were present so that there was something where he remembered it. But there wasn't anything like that. It was like being on a mockup or a really poor recreation, like the digital Twilight Town, only if DiZ had decided to really lax on his efforts to make the place look authentic.
Finally her question got his attention.]
Yeah, he was... but the Cornerstone's no where around here.
None of the people that were here are.
I don't know what to make of it.
[He was going between nervous and frustrated. It scared him, really. That paranoid voice in his head was suggesting now that perhaps somehow both of them were now in some kind of data recreation, only it'd never been completed. But he didn't want to worry her with such a wild theory, at least not until he had something to even begin confirming his suspicion with.
In a way he felt bad thinking that way; they'd promised to be open with each other this time. But Xion already worried about so much as it was, he really didn't want her upset because his imagination was jumping at shadows. Eventually he reached a compromise; he decided that if he found the slightest shred of evidence, then he would tell her.]
Well, that leaves just one place left.