[As the time passed, he sat there tirelessly with her hand in his, watching with reserved fear in his gut each time Xion's features shifted to and fro. If he'd any idea that this would've been waiting for them on the other side of that door, he would've contented himself to staying with her in that garden 'till the ends of time. No, that was a lie. Eventually they would've found their way here, wherever 'here' was.
The Moogle that directed him here described this world as a 'Dressing Room', whatever that meant. Roxas figured there would be time later to figure out what exactly this place is after he got his friend back. He certainly didn't endure a mental crash after reuniting with her, only to lose her again.
Should anyone have given him a glance while he waited, he would've paid them no mind. No one certainly had it in them to show the slightest hint of compassion in regards to Xion's plight and if that were the case, he'd figure out a solution himself... if he could figure out what was wrong with her in the first place. He didn't have the slightest inkling about the workings of a unique Nobody like her.
Part of him was shaking his head at himself, even in his thoughts he refused to call her anything less than what he'd accept for himself. It would almost be endearing if he'd the capacity to wretch his thoughts off trying to save her so he'd care about such a matter.
Roxas never quite had the flair for 'sensing' people like his contemporaries could. But as the new comer approached, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he shifted his balance and turned to face the 'visitor'. His posture was defensive; he didn't trust anything here and protecting his friend was occupying his thoughts completely.
At least until recognition kicked in and he felt a mild wave of annoyance. Another person he'd never expected to see. Their last encounter had actually been rather nice. Just stealing a glance when their Others were reunited and happy back at Destiny Island. He had no idea then all that had been lost and kept from him. And the look in his eyes practically begged the question 'why' as he stared at her for a moment.
Then finally his voice returned to him in time to talk. There was no wavering or hesitance in his voice]
I'm sorry Namine. But unless you're here to help, could you run along for now?
Yeah, you're certainly thorough.
The Moogle that directed him here described this world as a 'Dressing Room', whatever that meant. Roxas figured there would be time later to figure out what exactly this place is after he got his friend back. He certainly didn't endure a mental crash after reuniting with her, only to lose her again.
Should anyone have given him a glance while he waited, he would've paid them no mind. No one certainly had it in them to show the slightest hint of compassion in regards to Xion's plight and if that were the case, he'd figure out a solution himself... if he could figure out what was wrong with her in the first place. He didn't have the slightest inkling about the workings of a unique Nobody like her.
Part of him was shaking his head at himself, even in his thoughts he refused to call her anything less than what he'd accept for himself. It would almost be endearing if he'd the capacity to wretch his thoughts off trying to save her so he'd care about such a matter.
Roxas never quite had the flair for 'sensing' people like his contemporaries could. But as the new comer approached, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he shifted his balance and turned to face the 'visitor'. His posture was defensive; he didn't trust anything here and protecting his friend was occupying his thoughts completely.
At least until recognition kicked in and he felt a mild wave of annoyance. Another person he'd never expected to see. Their last encounter had actually been rather nice. Just stealing a glance when their Others were reunited and happy back at Destiny Island. He had no idea then all that had been lost and kept from him. And the look in his eyes practically begged the question 'why' as he stared at her for a moment.
Then finally his voice returned to him in time to talk. There was no wavering or hesitance in his voice]
I'm sorry Namine. But unless you're here to help, could you run along for now?