[All his hand would find would be nothing for the longest time. Xion had long since vanished into the dark, not a trace of her to be seen. And meanwhile, Roxas himself would feel as if he were falling for forever. Time almost feeling like it was halted. But just when he might think that he had returned to a nothingness, to not even an outside observer, he was hitting the ground.
It was dimmer than the last and less complex if he were to give it even a glance of attention. Setting a scene he had been refamiliarized with only hours ago. Their last time on the clock tower together hung up in the corner. So small was that panel, perhaps a reflection of thought- and then the crowning piece. An image of he, himself, standing before the gigantic form of Xion's reprogrammed self.
But perhaps what would catch his eye most would be the small framed form of someone familiar laying on the ground nearby in an Organization coat.]
So, is it really all that surprising~?
It was dimmer than the last and less complex if he were to give it even a glance of attention. Setting a scene he had been refamiliarized with only hours ago. Their last time on the clock tower together hung up in the corner. So small was that panel, perhaps a reflection of thought- and then the crowning piece. An image of he, himself, standing before the gigantic form of Xion's reprogrammed self.
But perhaps what would catch his eye most would be the small framed form of someone familiar laying on the ground nearby in an Organization coat.]