She leaned against him, trembling softly with uncertainty. Doubt. And fear that this Roxas would just.. vanish.

"Together," she whispered, her quiet voice full of the conflicting emotions she would share that she didn't have. Joy he was here, fear she was betraying other versions of him. Uncertainty. Terror he would vanish again. A desperation to keep him here. Fear for what this all means. Self recriminations, of course... but those were par for the Xion course.

Her hand moved, grabbing Roxas' sleeve. She couldn't say why she did it. She didn't know, didn't understand it. But maybe somehow if she held on... maybe he wouldn't vanish?

She grabbed Axel's shirt with her other hand.

As if somehow... somehow that would be enough to keep them with her...