"Namine was supposed to remove everyone's memories of me," she said, softly, her other hand curling around the full one against her coat. "I didn't think that.... that there would be a time after." She closed her eyes. "The last time we were together, Roxas, when I removed my hood, you saw Sora's face. Because it was my time to rejoin him."

Which... wasn't an answer. She had been delaying answering, hadn't wanted to answer... but this was Roxas. He asked... so she needed to tell him. "The Organization wanted a second Keyblade. They took memories from Sora of a girl he knew, and mixed them up with you, somehow, and created me. I am number XIV. Xion," she said, softly. "I am the failed experiment, the broken mirror. The mistake." Her hands closed tighter around the precious objects. "You and Axel were the only ones who ever made me feel like I could be more than just a mistake."