[For a moment when she was quiet, he wasn't entirely sure what to make of things. All things considered, he was worried that just maybe he'd picked the wrong words and she was getting upset. Roxas briefly considered speaking up, but then she did first.
He felt relieved when he heard her choice of words.
And then he felt horror seize whatever he had for a heart when she decomposed. Eyes wide with terror, he felt as if he was reliving another nightmare. In a panic he reached out, trying to snatch up the fragments drifting in the air and finding to his shock that the other Xion was vanishing in a similar fashion.
He had no words, only that frightened look in his eyes as he walked through the cloud of memories. It didn't take long before Roxas realized that now, like then, those fragments weren't things he could grasp or touch. He felt defeated as he slumped to his knees, wondering if he ended up blowing things after all.
And then that door formed.
There was nothing else left for him and he'd seen doors like those before in that strange dream he had what seemed like years ago now. But the thing that stood out in memory about these doors was that they were always a one-way trip.
His hand found the knob before he gave the area one last glance. If nothing else was to be seen or noted, he'd turn his attention to where he was going and open the door.]
Could be the latter, but at the same time, we get our responsible shit done too.
He felt relieved when he heard her choice of words.
And then he felt horror seize whatever he had for a heart when she decomposed. Eyes wide with terror, he felt as if he was reliving another nightmare. In a panic he reached out, trying to snatch up the fragments drifting in the air and finding to his shock that the other Xion was vanishing in a similar fashion.
He had no words, only that frightened look in his eyes as he walked through the cloud of memories. It didn't take long before Roxas realized that now, like then, those fragments weren't things he could grasp or touch. He felt defeated as he slumped to his knees, wondering if he ended up blowing things after all.
And then that door formed.
There was nothing else left for him and he'd seen doors like those before in that strange dream he had what seemed like years ago now. But the thing that stood out in memory about these doors was that they were always a one-way trip.
His hand found the knob before he gave the area one last glance. If nothing else was to be seen or noted, he'd turn his attention to where he was going and open the door.]