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[Xion took a few uneasy steps when he pulled her up as he did, most of her weight still pressed to him until her feet were finally finding themselves grounded and he had removed his hold from her not long after. Something in her was pulsing rapidly although she didn't know what. But it didn't let up, even as she finally became aware enough to remember that he might appreciate not being used as a pillow. She also might want to answer that question.]

...Y-Yeah-- I'm alright. Y-You don't have to worry! [Why did she have to try so hard to keep her voice so steady? And why couldn't she look at him again. In fact, she was ducking off and paying mind to the throne room quick as a flash. Surprised that no one had even reacted to their little stunt come to think of it.

...Although the answer as to why came swift. Inside, the room was just as open and empty as Roxas would remember through Sora (save the heartless battle). To Xion though, it was yet another oddity and it left her transfixed on their situation again. Noticing the desk on the far end of the room, she didn't hesitate to start for it.]

Come on, Roxas...

[He was about to protest about whether or not he should worry when he figured at this point that it was simply how she was. It wasn't something he couldn't relate to; he didn't like friends spending too much time worrying about him either. Still, the way she seemed to hesitate in even giving as much as a glance in his direction was at least a little troubling.]

Yeah, I'm right behind you.

[Ultimately, he chalked it up to just nerves. Aside from having an exceptionally rapid and relatively traumatic reunion, they still had no idea what their situation was exactly or if they were even Nobodies still. There were just a number of things that didn't quite add up to him.

Pushing all of that aside, he merely followed after her into the throne room, finding himself in at least somewhat familiar territory. Still that emptiness was bothering him. Just the thrones and no sign of any life aside from the two of them. And this was supposed to be where the Cornerstone was kept. Yet there was no sign of it at all.]

This is really strange. Do you see anything?

[Xion shook her head mildly at his question as she continued straight down the aisle. Not that she really had to. The throne room itself was bare of anything or anyone. Although it was increasingly putting her on edge. She was half expecting Heartless to show up any second. So, when she reached the end, she was... frankly? Confused. She took cautious steps up to the twin thrones, circling around them carefully. It was hard to tell if they were in much the same condition since there wasn't really much in the sense of evidence to go around. But... the stillness of the room was concerning. So quiet and undisturbed.

Finally, she did look back at Roxas, following his cue. Unsure exactly of what to think in the situation but somehow feeling she already knew. Even so.]

What do you think? You said Sora was here before, so...

[His cursory examination of the throne room wasn't turning up anything that they wouldn't have been able to tell just by peeking in the door. It was just so strange that the place would be so barren of anything; not the castle's treasure, its inhabitants or even its guards.

To his frustration, he found himself almost wishing the Heartless that had plagued most of Sora's visit to the place were present so that there was something where he remembered it. But there wasn't anything like that. It was like being on a mockup or a really poor recreation, like the digital Twilight Town, only if DiZ had decided to really lax on his efforts to make the place look authentic.

Finally her question got his attention.]

Yeah, he was... but the Cornerstone's no where around here.

None of the people that were here are.

I don't know what to make of it.

[He was going between nervous and frustrated. It scared him, really. That paranoid voice in his head was suggesting now that perhaps somehow both of them were now in some kind of data recreation, only it'd never been completed. But he didn't want to worry her with such a wild theory, at least not until he had something to even begin confirming his suspicion with.

In a way he felt bad thinking that way; they'd promised to be open with each other this time. But Xion already worried about so much as it was, he really didn't want her upset because his imagination was jumping at shadows. Eventually he reached a compromise; he decided that if he found the slightest shred of evidence, then he would tell her.]

Well, that leaves just one place left.

[Roxas might not have outright voiced his worry, but he did tend to wear if not his heart then his thoughts on his sleeve and something about this place was seeming to really start to bother him more than he was vocally letting on. She didn't argue it, of course. She wasn't about to, not after all the secrets she had kept. But what she did do this time as she turned on her foot and started back down the aisle with him. Was take his hand. Not out of her own need. Although maybe there was a tiny part of her that was growing fond of it. But mainly. As usual. It was for his sake. As if to quietly note that things would be fine, that they were both real in a really, real situation instead of leaving him floating in his thoughts. Perhaps that had been the same thoughts that he had echoed the day she had reawakened and she had had to face up to Saix again after failing her mission to track down and take out Riku.]

The Gummi Hanger, right? [An uncertainty hung in her words perhaps a little bit. But it wasn't without reason.]

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[He gives an affirmative nod, pushing his worries and fears aside for the moment and covering it over with as honest a smile as he could muster. It both hadn't been long and yet it had, he kept telling himself that they'd overcome fate by even seeing each other again; so no matter what this world turned out to be, they'd find a way.

Roxas was however, a little surprised when Xion's hand seemed to seek his own out. Whether she'd intended to or not, feeling her hand in his just seemed to reassure him that things were going to be okay. Smile no longer lacking in any sincerity whatsoever, he lets her lead off as they travel back into the garden, winding between a few hedges and finally ending up at the door to what should be the gummi hanger.]

Well, it's the last place we have to check.

[Xion seemed to relax a little at least at seeing Roxas, himself, calming his quivering, uncertain thoughts in regards to their situation. Maybe a hint of a smile set in if not her mouth than her eyes while they made their way along until the reached the last plausible stop Roxas had mentioned.

She nodded to Roxas, finally letting the smile upturn her lips just a little. Worried, admittedly. But knowing that she could rely on him if things went wrong as they had back at Memory Skyscraper.]

Right... Let's go then. [So, with that in mind, she pressed the door open. It opened just as easily as the last one had, but this time she was ready for it and kept her footing.

...What she didn't expect though, of course. Was to see Roxas walking past right outside of the doorway. She had to do a double take, looking back at the Roxas she knew, the one holding her hand still right then she was pretty sure... and then back to the one that was walking along as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Down a long stretch of hallway, mind. The Gummi Hangar they thought they would land in? Was no where in sight. Of course,

Xion not knowing what it really looked like in the first place was a little more focused on the on the troves of different people that were walking along the hallway as if nothing was out of place: among them included a particularly feminine Riku, a group of Demyxs arguing over which could rock out the best of the three, a Kairi with wings of all things, and many of other different people. Some Xion recognized with stark shock. Some she didn't. But as she continued to watch, she was finding a dizziness setting in as her head suddenly started to throb. Xion lost her grip on Roxas' hand, instead finding her hands holding her head as she clenched her teeth with a sharp hiss of breath snipping between them.]

[What Roxas expected was the odd mix of metal and wooden structures that composed the Gummi Hanger and its launch control center where a diminutive duo made sure the whole operation was running fine. He expected a dock with a vessel that appeared as if it'd been constructed from the most basic shapes of a child's plastic linking block toy.

What he got was perhaps the most unusual sight he could have possibly imagined and yet there was a sinking feeling in his gut that he really should have seen something like this coming.

On a plus side, this did wondrous things for alleviating his fears that they were in a data-world all alone or in Sora's heart or anything strange like that. At least he was fairly sure now that they were out and some place else. And there were extra people around to boot.

Of course, wherever they were now, he had no idea. And who all these other people were, he seemed as genuinely dumb-founded as Xion was. His hand kept a firm grip on hers for a moment as they took in their new surroundings. So lost in his general feel of amazement, he'd accidentally brushed past someone. His view immediately panned to the individual in question as they walked off; a person that reminded him of a peculiarly more masculine-looking Xion who eyed him back for a moment with similar curiosity.

It was only when his friend released his hand and clutched her head that he snaps back into reality, immediately turning his attention to her.]

Xion! Are you okay?!

[Xion barely registered his question in all the information she seemed to be absorbing all at once, all too suddenly. Seeing faces. Different faces of the same faces. Faces she knew and faces she didn't. Blending into the intensity of the sea of faces that past them by only instead now they were flickering through her mind's eye. With each passing second applying just that much more pressure to her steadily contorted mind. Memories upon memories flowing in. Overflowing. Being absorbed too fast, too soon.

Her knees buckled, her mouth opening as she tried to speak, tried to tell him, to reach him, but all that came out was an uncharacteristic whine. This was nothing like before. Worse. Far worse. The pounding only drumming loud, her breaths coming to pants, hands looking as if they were ready to tear her hair from her scalp. No, his hair. Then, her hair. Brown hair. Blond. Red. Hair of different colors, different lengths, different everything, Roxas could see. A whirlwind of differences until Xion finally collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Her face flickering through several more faces until her own face was retained again. But still, she lay there unmoving.]

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[Shock was the most underwhelming word he could have used as he watched Xion's form shift and warp -it took him a moment before he realized just what exactly was going on and even that was largely a guess.

If she's a replica and that one time she looked like Sora because of the memories I gave her, then with all these other Soras, me, herself...

Roxas found it mildly insulting as he glanced around; no one seemed to care. For whatever reason, he figured that people having a crisis in the middle of a crowded hall must be a common scene here. Still, he crouched to one knee as he found he could only watch in abject horror as she continued to shift, fear gripping whatever he had for a heart as he dreaded losing her.

Nevermind the fact that there were likely other versions of her wandering around this place. This one was his specific friend that he knew and cared a great deal for and whatever the reason for all these other versions of themselves wandering around, it didn't dilute how much this one meant to him by the slightest bit.

He found himself able to breathe again as he saw her form stabilize. Xion seemed out like a light, but he was relieved that she at least didn't seem like she was going to come apart at the seams.

Blame Organization training kicking in, but he really didn't want to spend any more time in public than they already had -at least not until he knew she was alright. Admittedly, it wasn't easy because he wasn't very strong, but he carefully lifted his friend bridal-style before approaching probably the most commonplace source of reliable anything he could think of: a Moogle.

After a brief conversation and a nod, he hastily began carrying Xion off to the nearest quiet, out of the way spot that small creature could offer for a person with no money; an empty corner of a public park. There he laid her on a bench and waited for her to wake again.]

[Minutes passed by.... Minutes that grew to an hour... and then a second hour. But still, Xion lay on the bench without the slightest hint of recovering. If he look carefully, he might not even have been able to tell if she were still breathing or not. ...Not that it was for certain that a replica needed to breathe anyway, but even so. She wasn't waking.... and every so often, the memories seemed to stretch the surface of her unconscious mind and her appearance would take on someone else for a flicker of time before she would regain her form. It was only every so often at first... but the longer he seemed to wait, the worse it seemed to get.

And meanwhile, the park remained as it was with low traffic. With those that walked by not seeming to care. On the rare occasion, he would get a pitiable look, but that was it. At least up until a certain Naminé walked by... only to stall in her steps. She looked older. In wisdom, of course. After all, they didn't age. Physically at least. She seemed to study them a moment before moving along with a hesitance. Roxas, might wanna play catch up.]

[As the time passed, he sat there tirelessly with her hand in his, watching with reserved fear in his gut each time Xion's features shifted to and fro. If he'd any idea that this would've been waiting for them on the other side of that door, he would've contented himself to staying with her in that garden 'till the ends of time. No, that was a lie. Eventually they would've found their way here, wherever 'here' was.

The Moogle that directed him here described this world as a 'Dressing Room', whatever that meant. Roxas figured there would be time later to figure out what exactly this place is after he got his friend back. He certainly didn't endure a mental crash after reuniting with her, only to lose her again.

Should anyone have given him a glance while he waited, he would've paid them no mind. No one certainly had it in them to show the slightest hint of compassion in regards to Xion's plight and if that were the case, he'd figure out a solution himself... if he could figure out what was wrong with her in the first place. He didn't have the slightest inkling about the workings of a unique Nobody like her.

Part of him was shaking his head at himself, even in his thoughts he refused to call her anything less than what he'd accept for himself. It would almost be endearing if he'd the capacity to wretch his thoughts off trying to save her so he'd care about such a matter.

Roxas never quite had the flair for 'sensing' people like his contemporaries could. But as the new comer approached, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he shifted his balance and turned to face the 'visitor'. His posture was defensive; he didn't trust anything here and protecting his friend was occupying his thoughts completely.

At least until recognition kicked in and he felt a mild wave of annoyance. Another person he'd never expected to see. Their last encounter had actually been rather nice. Just stealing a glance when their Others were reunited and happy back at Destiny Island. He had no idea then all that had been lost and kept from him. And the look in his eyes practically begged the question 'why' as he stared at her for a moment.

Then finally his voice returned to him in time to talk. There was no wavering or hesitance in his voice]

I'm sorry Namine. But unless you're here to help, could you run along for now?

[She paused in her step again as he caught her eyes. As if it were the first time she had really seen him, standing there as if only an apparition. Ironic in the sense of the look on her own face as if she were facing an old ghost. But if she had any intention of moving on, his doing had dismissed the thought. Because with her attention back on them, another wave of different faces flitted through Xion and recognition seemed to snap to Naminé's own features. Concern finally seeming to befit her own. Not panicked but rather realized. And despite what Roxas had to say, Naminé made her way over.

She stopped when she was a few feet off from them though, not daring to get any closer. The Roxae she had met here were all pretty different. And that was just putting it lightly. But either way, she wasn't about to risk breaking the rest of the distance. Not without explanation anyway. Which was why she had stepped up in the first place. As she eyed Xion carefully, she noted:]

She just arrived here, didn't she. [Her voice calm but knowing. Like she had seen something like this before.] If she continues like this... she won't wake up. Her memories need to be rechained. [She studied Xion's face a beat before drawing back to focus on Roxas again, her mouth a thin line. Eyes clouded in thought. But underneath there seemed to be a question of his approval. Ironic considering the circumstances in which Roxas himself was prone to knowing her. The one he knew never really gave him that choice... but then she didn't seem to have the power that this one sounded as if she possessed either.]

[He was cautious, everything had come together so fast -he wasn't even sure if a full day had passed before they'd found that door and just as quickly, Xion fell apart as she had. And while his inability to keep track of the days was troubling, it was a concern he was more than willing to put on the backburner in the face of the more pressing matter at hand.

So all the more reason he kept his defensive posture. Roxas wasn't sure what was going on; why there were so many of himself and people he knew, not to mention just the subtle visual variations thereof, he hadn't even time to plumb the possibilities of what other differences there might be. But he did know that at least from where he and Xion came from, this girl whom he'd viewed as his friend, was one of the people that convinced Xion to take the path she did. And frankly, that did little to win any points with him.

Still, her demeanor hadn't changed and for the moment, Naminé at least sounded like she had some idea of what was afflicting his friend. So he gave an affirmative nod when she asked about the timing of their arrival. The second part ended up being a little more vague; something about rechaining memories seemed both familiar and alien at the same time -at least there was nothing in either his memories, the ones he'd gained from Sora or ones he'd remembered thanks to his reunion with Xion.]

Rechained?

[His tone betrayed his curiosity. The Nobody stole a glance at the girl on the bench, feeling that coiled dread squeezing his gut each time her appearance shifted. Roxas returned his attention to Naminé, his eyes staring into hers as if to impress the seriousness of the situation upon her.]

If you know how you save her, then just tell me. I'll do whatever's needed.

[The cautious stance he took wasn't something necessarily unfounded or unseen by her before. She might not have been the same Naminé he knew, but she had been in the Dressing Room a while. Had heard the other stories and seen other things. A quiet observer. She watched his conflicted expression with a placid one of her own, allowing him to work it out in his head what he wanted to do from there on. If he didn't believe her, if he didn't want anything to do with her, she would have accepted his request and left.

But Roxas always was one to put a lot of value in his friends. That seemed like a part of his personality that never quite went away despite the many different versions she had met. As he echoed her wording, she simply nodded. Waiting once more. So used to waiting, she was. Watching as he glimpsed off to Xion and then back at her. The serious expression on his face was admittedly admirable. A loyalty sometimes she wished she held. But she was just a nobody, after all. Still. At his statement, she took another step closer but then stayed herself once more.]

I need you to trust me. Right now... her program's reacting to everyone here that she has connections to. She can't handle having that many memories inside her. Her body's shut down to stop the flow, but as it is, she has too many memories. She needs some of them to be removed. Because of your personal link to her, I can transfer some of the memories to you. And from there... create false links to fool her programming.

[She stared at him squarely, her expression neutral for the most part although her eyes betrayed her, a glimpse of pity, fear.]

I can't promise it will work... but I can try.

[He hated being in a situation like this; he could trust others as long as he felt he had a good reason to. If Xion hadn't come back around, restored his memories and they hadn't talked about what had happened in the gaps for each of them, he'd likely trust even this Naminé without hesitation. After all, back in the Digital Twilight Town, she'd been the only one that even remotely seemed to have his best interests at heart.

But after knowing what had been discussed with Xion, he had his doubts about her. She'd either just been a puppet to whoever happened to be lording control over her or saw both of them as merely a way to get Sora back. Neither option made her seem particularly trust worthy in his eyes. However when he considered that no one had even offered the slightest bit of aid and she sounded like she actually knew what afflicted his friend and how to save her... well, he found that once more, he had little say in the matter.

Roxas moved aside, giving an accepting bow of his head as he gave the other blond room to do whatever it was that she needed. He really wanted to just trust her like he did back then, but he had so many questions and even then, he wasn't even sure if this was the Naminé he'd known. But that's something he decided he'd deal with later.]

It's better than anything I can do for her.

[After looking dejected for a moment, he offered a weak smile, allowing that part of him that wanted to trust her a chance to show through.]

I'm counting on you.

[At the bow of his head, Naminé braved another step. And then yet another at his comment. Maybe the smallest of reassuring smiles hinted on her lips. It was hard to tell, really. Her temperament definitely seemed more... not really cold but distant. She didn't seem to quite bear a strong familiarity to him either, but she approached all the same. Her mouth opening slightly to the surprise of that little smile of his own. The only really expressive, well, expression that she had featured since she had appeared.

She nodded again, crossing the rest of the distance to Xion's side just as another of her phases ended. Naminé carefully knelt down in front of the bench, steadying herself into a comfortable position where hopefully her legs wouldn't fall asleep on her. She looked back at Roxas then, her gaze becoming firmer than before.]

While I do this, you'll have to hold her hand. And no matter what, you can't let go. If you sever the connection at any point during this, if you lose consciousness, the damage it could cause... she might never wake up again.

[A careful pause.] If this does succeed though, the memories, too... will come to you in dreams just like Sora's. [And then her eyes were boring directly into his.] Are you sure of this?

[The longer she lingered in their presence, the more certain he was gradually becoming that somehow, this was not the Naminé that he'd known. So at least in that respect, he had to admit that at least personally, he had no specific reason to feel ill toward her. Of course, from another stand point, that gave him no more reason to trust her than a stranger, but she seemed to recognize him and Xion as well. So while those were reasonably suspicious marks in his book, the urgency of the situation out-weighed his sense of caution for the time being.

When she spoke, he gave the other blond his full attention, especially where she stressed the part about keeping hold of Xion's hand. And while some part of him was blushing furiously and trying to understand why he was, he actually managed to do a good job of keeping focused.]

That's fine, I don't mind a few extra memories here or there.

[He was about to say more when he found her eyes locked on his, seeming to press the concept that what was about to be done, was not to be undertaken lightly. It didn't matter to him though. She was his friend and if it was one thing he had in common with his Other, it was that he'd do whatever it took to keep his friends safe.]

I'm positive.

[If she saw that flush, she didn't seem to notice it. Her attention was more drawn to the situation at hand. But that serious focus wasn't without merit by any means. She 'hmm'ed at his acceptance on both counts. Maybe then. Just maybe. A hint of a calm smile drifting although her lips. And then Naminé shifted just a little closer as Xion's appearance tore through another dozen faces. She watched and waited once more. When it subsided, she beckoned Roxas to take hold of one of Xion's hands.

And then she, herself, took up the other. The memory witch glanced back over to him.] Whenever you're ready.

[When gestured to, Roxas gave a solemn nod as he took Xion's hand in his, the other hand clasping around it as well -partly out of the uneasy sensation he was getting from all of this. This whole situation was worrisome; this Naminé was not that one he knew and yet he was trusting the life of someone who specifically was a close friend of to her. And even if she was the Naminé he'd known, he had just as much reason to be weary around her as well.

His eyes drifted downward to see Xion's visage shift erratically again and that only hardened his resolve that doing this was better than waiting to find another solution. This was especially true if their somewhat mysterious benefactor was right in her not lasting much longer if she wasn't treated.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the memory witch and gave an affirmative nod.]

Let's begin then.

[That nod and the way he took up Xion's hand without question was all Naminé seemed to need as confirmation before her eyes were set on Xion again. Only for a moment though. Because then she was closing them. Trying to focus, to reach out to the chains that were sloppily crammed into the replica's being, linked in all sorts of strange ways. At first, her eyes flew open with a gasp and she jolted back. But the contact with Xion's hand still remained and then not long after, Naminé was closing her eyes again and just concentrating.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. Everything remaining relatively calm while her eyebrow twitched. But then, all of a sudden, Roxas would be drawn into a world of noise as the very memories that Xion had collected in seconds flooded across his vision whether his eyes were closed or not. A mess of different faces accompanied with the occasional snippet of dialogue he might have almost thought he could hear aloud. If he was wondering why Naminé had stressed the seriousness of the situation, by then? Well, he might have known the realness of the matter. And it wasn't going to stop any time soon while the memory witch worked away.]

[His eyes closed when he saw hers do the same, the Nobody doing his best to keep his concentration even as she gasped -keeping his vision blocked was mainly how he was focusing on keeping his grip on Xion's hand. Some part of him was chiding him for being a little mellow dramatic, but he paid it no mind as he steadied his breathing.

And then came the sudden change. Were he not so stubbornly-focused on his grip, he might have stumbled back and let go, yet he stayed his ground. The barrage of imagery; so many faces and voices, it was almost overwhelming. It reminded him of when he'd seen Sora's memories in the digital Twilight Town with the way they fuzzed in and out. Waves of static seemed to wash through this vision, almost constantly shifting the image he was looking at.

Was this what you saw when we opened that door? Did something like this happen the first time we met?

His thoughts echoed his question as he took everything in with a mixed sense of wonder, bewilderment and fear.]

[While the questions he particularly ran through his head wouldn't be directly answered, images after image playing through his vision probably indicated more than enough that what he thought was most likely right. And it was just the beginning. For after a while, some of the images seemed to become clearer and more distinct. And then in fragments, he might have thought he was going crazy, but it really seemed like he could hear the voices. And these memories seemed to be sticking longer. Good and bad ones. Amusing ones and terrifying. Sad. There seemed to be a lot of those ones, too. It was a very different experience from just collecting the memories of the Sora he knew. Some were far darker, far more insane than the ones Roxas or Xion were used to.

Here and there though, he would see in between maybe a glimpse of her own memories although whether he knew it or not, with how many different memories flying through his head, they probably looked just as much like the rest of them. A snippet of Beast's Castle with a view from the ground of the imposter-- no, Riki, in the coat. Another one on what Roxas might recognize as Destiny Islands behind her, and there was Riku again. Just a flicker and then it was gone. There were also memories he himself, ones from her perspective, seeing he and Axel on the clock tower or a glimpse of him during a mission. Another strange one then. An upward view of the clock tower with someone barely being registered, all hunched up.

As the process continued, the memories seemed like they would only grow clearer...]

[It was disorienting. So very disorienting as what he saw changed from merely images and the odd sound into a sea of memories -countless viewpoints and feelings mixed into a tangled mess not unlike a jumble of video clips and sound bites. On one hand, it was something amazing; to see so much at once. And at the same time, it was frightening to see some of the things he was, the unfathomable variety of all of it was nearly overwhelming.

A pang of resentment coursed through his blood when he caught glimpses of Riku; whether they were the Riku he'd crossed paths with in the World that Never Was or not, he still bore that face an undeniable amount of animosity. Yes, he understood now that it was all for Sora's sake, but that was what got him so angry in the first place; that he was just something to be used -a means to an end. And then he got careless, he could have just finished that boy off before he'd removed that blinder and yet the part of him that was undeniably Sora told him that it would be fine to stay that punishment. And in the end that cost him.

Pushing his personal feelings aside, he exhaled a nervous breath as he allowed more images to bombard his perception, their growing clarity continuing to unsettle him and yet he held fast to Xion's hand. He was determined not to lose and friends this time.]

[Minutes ticked along at a painfully, leisurely pace, it seemed. Naminé herself remained quiet and guarded. Roxas might have been fooled into thinking that she was taking on the situation as if it were nothing, but the white of her knuckles as she gripped Xion's other hand harder than she might have intended. Her breath came quiet but short. Her brows creasing almost sternly. It all indicated otherwise. If she realized the state Roxas himself was in though, she didn't make it known. Her full focus on Xion, herself.

As time passed, she became progressively more strained. But it wasn't without reason as Roxas would personally encounter himself. As the memories grew more pristine, it would feel like he was living the memories. No longer flickers but as if he were in shoes of the very person who had that memory. The memories remained as diverse as ever, happy ones both in and outside of the dressing room. Of times shared with friends, spent with even parents, of traveling worlds in excited anticipation or relaxing in their room back home in their fairly mundane life. But then the darker one surfaced just as crystal clear. Ranging from milder things such as arguments between friends to losing friends through disagreement or fading. Going darker still with being nearly wiped out of existence themselves-- or sometimes they really were and Roxas would himself witnessing someone's own death. The last was just as rare as the other darker theme though but just as painful to see in which he was forced to watch "himself" snuff out the life of someone with his own hands.]

(ooc: F-Ffff... |D;; I'm terrible to him. I apologize.)

Already taken care of~ Oh gods. The icons. @@; /brain breaks

That reminds me that I need to cycle this boy's icons within the next couple days

DO IT. /needs to finish keywording hers @@;

On the agenda for the next couple days.

This is what I get for canon reviewing~

Ara?

Ah, he holds her hand when they face Saix after Xion wakes up. /durp

Oh yeah, I remember now.

I just remembered 'cause of all that unfun canon review for Dissideo. 8D

Yeah, you really don't skimp the details when you do your research

I suppose. XD I wrote down notes, after all.

Yeah, you're certainly thorough.

Details will probably go fuzzy soon enough though. Memory like a sieve. L-LOL

Heh, mine's not too much better... ah well.

Maybe it's a defensive thing so your brain won't fucking implode. |D

Don't you mean explode? I'd figure it'd implode if you got too stupid or something.

Implode just sounds like a refreshing way of phrasing things. AKA I'm weird.

No weirder than me. But I suppose that's kinda insulting.

HAT. That's all I gotta say.

ASIDE from the hat.

Dude, you know you're not going to live that down. |D

Yeah, true. That's why I tried to be cool in it and throw up the horns.

I think the keyword there is "tried". ;D

It sorta worked. It looked better than the other pictures.

Dude, I'm sorry but you were doomed the moment you put it on. |D