[It seemed to be the first thing that the stranger said that got through that skull of his. For a moment Roxas seemed to be in utter disbelief at at great deal of what all of that meant.

The first thing was the disappointment in himself for doing just what he'd told himself he'd never do. Secondly was the shock that she had that kind of cruelty streak in her... but then, Saix's abuses combined with her insecurities, all of that creating such a monster made sense in that fashion.

And while he was trying to figure out the whole power variance, even that made sense. It would be the same reason he'd been hoping to cause her enough trouble to come to where he stood now -that he knew in a person's inner world, absolutely mind-blowing levels of crushing willpower would be necessary to defeat the owner. While he didn't forget who he'd been inside this entire time, he'd been assuming that the nature of this Xion was of some rogue memory she'd absorbed that decided to take over.

It changed a surprising lot -more than enough for him to lower the weapon and release his grip on it as he took a step off the ledge and slumping against it once his feet were on the more solid ground behind it.]

That changes everything but the facts that at least that part of her doesn't want to listen; that it'll just beat me to a pulp and send me back here.

And also the whole thing that I'm stuck here to begin with.