[ she leans right back against him, her eyes narrowing slightly in thought. her next words are musing, almost like she's talking to herself ]

Your mother... really said that to you? She sounds like a really good person... [ letting a Replica come home. gosh. Xion will reach for his hand, and interlace their fingers. ] ... it's nice, isn't it? To know there are people who care about us and accept us, even though... [ tilts her head back to give him a gentle, understanding smile, and squeezes his hand lightly. ]