[There was a mix of emotion running through her expressions as she listened to his careful explanation. Had it hurt to be called the things he had called her? Quietly, perhaps it had. But considering her actions, it wasn't much of a stretch of the truth. What she had done... and what she had almost done there. They were things that she couldn't see so easily forgiven.
And yet...
And yet, despite that... She felt him holding her all the more firmly. And still. Still, he gave her that smile. Weak as it was, it was a smile and... then he said those words. And her eyes went wide for a moment, just watching him. Trying to collect if this was real. But his arms felt so warm. And she was so close, she felt the breath of his words against her. She bowed her head then, a tiny, quiet smile finally befitting her despite whatever disgust for herself.]
Thank you...
[And just as she murmured those words, her body decomposed into crystal fragments of memory, flickering around his grasp where her form had been seconds ago. If he looked out of the corner of his eye, he would see the same thing happening to the other Xion who had been laying on the floor nearly unconscious. For a moment, they simply floated there, stagnant. But then they were flowing out through his fingertips, flowing to the center of the platform. And just as the last bit of them collected, there was a flash of light- and in its place stood small ivory, double doors.]
Or have way too much time on our hands.
And yet...
And yet, despite that... She felt him holding her all the more firmly. And still. Still, he gave her that smile. Weak as it was, it was a smile and... then he said those words. And her eyes went wide for a moment, just watching him. Trying to collect if this was real. But his arms felt so warm. And she was so close, she felt the breath of his words against her. She bowed her head then, a tiny, quiet smile finally befitting her despite whatever disgust for herself.]
Thank you...
[And just as she murmured those words, her body decomposed into crystal fragments of memory, flickering around his grasp where her form had been seconds ago. If he looked out of the corner of his eye, he would see the same thing happening to the other Xion who had been laying on the floor nearly unconscious. For a moment, they simply floated there, stagnant. But then they were flowing out through his fingertips, flowing to the center of the platform. And just as the last bit of them collected, there was a flash of light- and in its place stood small ivory, double doors.]