[Shock was the most underwhelming word he could have used as he watched Xion's form shift and warp -it took him a moment before he realized just what exactly was going on and even that was largely a guess.
If she's a replica and that one time she looked like Sora because of the memories I gave her, then with all these other Soras, me, herself...
Roxas found it mildly insulting as he glanced around; no one seemed to care. For whatever reason, he figured that people having a crisis in the middle of a crowded hall must be a common scene here. Still, he crouched to one knee as he found he could only watch in abject horror as she continued to shift, fear gripping whatever he had for a heart as he dreaded losing her.
Nevermind the fact that there were likely other versions of her wandering around this place. This one was his specific friend that he knew and cared a great deal for and whatever the reason for all these other versions of themselves wandering around, it didn't dilute how much this one meant to him by the slightest bit.
He found himself able to breathe again as he saw her form stabilize. Xion seemed out like a light, but he was relieved that she at least didn't seem like she was going to come apart at the seams.
Blame Organization training kicking in, but he really didn't want to spend any more time in public than they already had -at least not until he knew she was alright. Admittedly, it wasn't easy because he wasn't very strong, but he carefully lifted his friend bridal-style before approaching probably the most commonplace source of reliable anything he could think of: a Moogle.
After a brief conversation and a nod, he hastily began carrying Xion off to the nearest quiet, out of the way spot that small creature could offer for a person with no money; an empty corner of a public park. There he laid her on a bench and waited for her to wake again.]
Yeah, you really don't skimp the details when you do your research
If she's a replica and that one time she looked like Sora because of the memories I gave her, then with all these other Soras, me, herself...
Roxas found it mildly insulting as he glanced around; no one seemed to care. For whatever reason, he figured that people having a crisis in the middle of a crowded hall must be a common scene here. Still, he crouched to one knee as he found he could only watch in abject horror as she continued to shift, fear gripping whatever he had for a heart as he dreaded losing her.
Nevermind the fact that there were likely other versions of her wandering around this place. This one was his specific friend that he knew and cared a great deal for and whatever the reason for all these other versions of themselves wandering around, it didn't dilute how much this one meant to him by the slightest bit.
He found himself able to breathe again as he saw her form stabilize. Xion seemed out like a light, but he was relieved that she at least didn't seem like she was going to come apart at the seams.
Blame Organization training kicking in, but he really didn't want to spend any more time in public than they already had -at least not until he knew she was alright. Admittedly, it wasn't easy because he wasn't very strong, but he carefully lifted his friend bridal-style before approaching probably the most commonplace source of reliable anything he could think of: a Moogle.
After a brief conversation and a nod, he hastily began carrying Xion off to the nearest quiet, out of the way spot that small creature could offer for a person with no money; an empty corner of a public park. There he laid her on a bench and waited for her to wake again.]