Xion's whole face fell when Roxas spoke. "You... don't remember?" she whispered, suddenly afraid, worried, upset. Not afraid of Roxas, per se. He was Roxas. She could never be afraid of him. But of what it meant that he didn't remember.
"You... don't remember being on the train before?" she asked, a little desperately. "That mission on the beach where we all fell asleep together watching the sky?" And then she woke up in her cabin and he was just... gone. She was shaking now.
She looked up to Axel, a mute plea for him to tell her she was wrong. That this wasn't yet another Roxas. That this was their Roxas.
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Date: 2022-04-29 02:52 am (UTC)"You... don't remember being on the train before?" she asked, a little desperately. "That mission on the beach where we all fell asleep together watching the sky?" And then she woke up in her cabin and he was just... gone. She was shaking now.
She looked up to Axel, a mute plea for him to tell her she was wrong. That this wasn't yet another Roxas. That this was their Roxas.