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[there's the sound of someone clearing her throat, then unsteady breathing for a short moment.]

I just--...

Is everyone okay?

[the question wavers for a moment, before the girl stumbles into the rest of her words.]

Did anyone get hurt? It's just, I haven't seen--

[the sound of cloth rustling.]

Never mind.

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[anyone by the clock tower will find Xion there, Keyblade in hand, despite the danger of the flowers. She's looking over the destruction caused by her fight with Paderau, when they were monsters. The glass doors are shattered beyond repair, and a large chunk of the wall still clinging to the torn away hinges, the steps littered with shards of glass. Inside, sections of the tracks buckle upward, metal rails torn clean in two, walls gouged by oversized claws and scorch marks. Thankfully the main structural points are still intact, leaving the tower standing.]

I'm sorry, I couldn't....protect it. Is that why you're nowhere I can find?

[she tugs her her hood up closer around her face, and steps carefully into the wreckage.]

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[she turns, tugging her hood down when she sees who her visitor is. She runs over to the woman, wanting to embrace her. After what happened during the last incident...]

You're...you're okay.

Oof.

Yeah, these plants light up real good, I can handle that kind of order.

Fire, right? Just like Heartless... [she leans gratefully into the hug.] At least things weren't as bad this time.

It's always bad, but we keep 'em safe anyway.

[she nods.] But I know how to fight things. It's different...when you have to fight your friends.

[she swallows hard.]

I don't...want to do it ever again. But even though I promised myself--

[she stops, abruptly.]

What's on your mind, baby?

[her chest feels tight, like it's hard to breathe. It's that terrible guilty feeling again, now that Roxas is gone.]

It's...it's nothing, really. Sorry.

Just stick to what you know is good, hon.

[she feels like she's been spilling too much of herself lately, troubling people with it. She doesn't want Paderau to worry--but neither does she realize she's doing just that by hiding it.]

I just hope I never have to fight anyone again.

There are people who promise that. It's a big thing to promise though.

A long time ago, I wouldn't have believed anyone who said it could happen. I thought...I thought being friends stopped you from hurting each other.

Oh no, hon. Being friends just makes it twice as easy to get hurt.

[her mouth tightens. It makes her chest tighten, too.]

But why? That's just not fair.

Cause you gotta open yourself up to make friends, tell 'em what you love and what you think. Those are delicate things, and even when they're trying to be care they can get bumped and bruised. An' some people don't try to be careful at all.

[she rests her head against Paderau, feeling a twinge as those words sink in. They ring true, and that's the frightening part.]

You...feel happy more, but you can also get hurt more...?

[she lifts her head again and follows the woman's gaze.]

Ah--...it's okay. It wasn't your fault. I'll fix it somehow.

Thing's gotta balance out...

I'll help you out, that's a lot of work for one little girl.

Are you sure?

[wahhh, ruffles. She laughs a little, not quite sure what to make of the odd feeling, and puts her hands to her hair, trying to make it lie flat again.]

Then again, I don't know much about fixing buildings.

Me neither, but it's all stone and wood and steel, I can give it a little talking to, to get it to behave.

Talking to? But it can't hear you. Can it?

Not with, like, ears, but yeah.

There's another way of hearing things?

Yeah. There are... a lot of different things that make something 'real', you know? That make it exist. There's the stuff we can touch and feel, and then there's all kinds of invisible energy. It's really the invisible stuff that matters the most, cause things like dreams don't have any physical form, but they still exist. That energy has its own kind of language. You can't hear it or see it, but you can feel it, an' if you know how to do it right, you can move it.

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