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March & April Test Drive

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“H-Hey, it’s okay! Please don’t cry...” he pleaded, slowly resting a hand on the hooded girl’s shoulder. He wasn’t really good at comforting people, so he floundered for a moment as he tried to figure out what to say.
“Look, I... I’m sorry I don’t remember you. But I’m here now? And... we can figure out what’s going on together.”
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"Why do you need a heart to feel the things that are supposed to be good... but... pain happens even without one?" she asked in another whisper.
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"You're... you're a Nobody?" So that confirmed one suspicion, at least. But seeing her cry, and seeing his confusion, reminds him of a conversation atop a clock tower that might not have been real, and that he wasn't even sure he had. A conversation with his best friend about their true nature, about whether or not what they had been spoon-fed was really true or not.
"I don't know. But, maybe... well, maybe we aren't as empty as we've been told. You need a heart to cry, don't you?"
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This... this was a bit easier... talking about Axel. She pushed herself up into a proper sitting position, and slid a hand into her pocket, looking up at him from under her hood.
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"But I remember talking to Axel once." At least, he's sure he did. It was hard to tell, in those final moments before he accepted and conceded to Sora. "About maybe... maybe we aren't as empty inside as the others thought."
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"No, it wasn't then. It was at the clock tower, but it was... after everything." He pauses, gaping at the ice cream stick and shell. "Where did you get those?"
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"The stick I saved from one day after we all shared our ice cream and talked. The shell...." She closed her hand around both, drew them close to herself. "I used to collect shells, on missions. We'd talk about going to the beach, sometimes. And one of the times that I passed out... when I wouldn't wake up..." she shook her head under the hood. "When I finally woke up, there were shells on my bed, full of colour. The only colour in my room. The shells were from you, Roxas. You collected them for me, when I could not." And until it had been time to go... she had kept every last one, hidden away in her room. Now she had only what she could fit in her pockets. She had abandoned most of her potions... to fit the shells and sticks.
All the memories left. Her memories. Her touchstones.
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His hand balled into a fist, frustration seeping in. "...what's going on? Who are you, exactly?"
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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."
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It was so strange, this tale. So strange... and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to doubt it. So she was another part of Sora? Then, that would mean they were connected, weren't they?
"Xion..." The name... it sounded familiar. Like something he'd heard long ago, in a dream long forgotten. But try as he might, he couldn't remember. But though he frowned in obvious frustration, he was more shocked with the way she regarded herself.
"That's... That's not fair to you. You're a person too, aren't you? Even if you're a part of Sora."
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"Fair? A person?" she asked. She shook her head a bit, but it... it felt a lot like the conversations they used to have, almost. "I'm less than a Nobody, Roxas. And nothing about our time in the Organization has ever been fair. That... That is why we've always needed each other. You. Me. Axel."
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The sharp, firm tone he used shocked even him, and he paused for a moment in surprise. Apparently something within him remembered something for him to be so vehemently against her negative appraisal of herself. He gritted his teeth, fist clenching.
Roxas was very much done with the amnesia thing, thank you very much.
"I don't... I don't know why we're here, when neither one of us were supposed to exist. But we're here now, right? That's got to mean something, right? Otherwise, we'd just fade away."
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