[ Xion's so lost in a fog of grief that she barely pays attention to where they're going, or even why. It hurts, it all just hurts tremendously. Without him there she'd probably wander off somewhere without even thinking, and not care, either.
There's a voice in the back of her mind that says she could greatly speed this process by just opening a darkness corridor. But it just doesn't occur to her conscious mind. All she's really capable of right now is putting one foot in front of the other.
So it gives her a terrible fright to be woken from her reverie by Guy's gesture and see that red hair. She knows instinctively it's not Luke, she knows that, but somehow the bright red hair is a reminder and makes her heart stop. A fresh wave of tears momentarily chokes her, and she has to press a hand over her mouth and face and try and reign her emotions in before she can do anything else.
Barely functioning though she is, seeing Asch like that is alarming enough to take her away from herself. She moves toward him, without thinking or asking either what they'd actually like done. Silently, she kneels by his side, watching his face. Wondering, distantly, what he's feeling. ]
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There's a voice in the back of her mind that says she could greatly speed this process by just opening a darkness corridor. But it just doesn't occur to her conscious mind. All she's really capable of right now is putting one foot in front of the other.
So it gives her a terrible fright to be woken from her reverie by Guy's gesture and see that red hair. She knows instinctively it's not Luke, she knows that, but somehow the bright red hair is a reminder and makes her heart stop. A fresh wave of tears momentarily chokes her, and she has to press a hand over her mouth and face and try and reign her emotions in before she can do anything else.
Barely functioning though she is, seeing Asch like that is alarming enough to take her away from herself. She moves toward him, without thinking or asking either what they'd actually like done. Silently, she kneels by his side, watching his face. Wondering, distantly, what he's feeling. ]
Asch... Come on. We should go.