[He wanted to speak up, to tell her it was alright. But despite how much all he'd been through had forced maturity upon him, the part of him that was undeniably Roxas wanted to play the mysterious hero role for his friend. It was a feeling he didn't understand, a want for her to feel impressed by him -he just didn't understand why. But further dashing that notion was the realization that he'd need to speak up eventually. And then compounding his hesitance was that if he lost, he really didn't want to subject her to seeing him consumed like that again.

Win or lose, this was the round where everything was at stake. There was a hostility, a certain feel to this battle that made it feel far different from his battle with the Riku manifestation. He had no choice but to win, to get through to her somehow and repair the damage that had been done with all of this.

So after a moment's deliberation, he summed up his thoughts in only a few words; echoed slightly by the helmet he wore.]

It's going to be alright.

[The Glider slowed to a stop, his armored figure almost looking noble as he stepped off and laid the more demure Xion aside, doing his best to both be quick about it and make sure she was comfortable.

Immediately, he turned to his opponent as she recovered. He wasn't sure what to feel; pity? Sympathy? None of it felt right. The Nobody was still understandably angered from their earlier bout, but he now that he at least had a clue of what was going on, he couldn't even feel that scathing hatred he'd felt not too long ago.

His hand closed on the air, his transport vanishing in a flash of light before reforming as Lost Memory, carried neatly in a strangely familiar feeling reverse grip. Stopping at what he judged was a safe distance from his opponent, he spoke up again.]

Look. I said and thought some things back there that weren't called for because I didn't have much of a clue.

So I'm going to start by saying I'm sorry. And that I'm going to snap you out of this, even if it means I have to beat you senseless!