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oo49 [voice] BACKDATED TO THE 6TH
[ The feed cuts in with the journal's camera staring at the dark sky. It's dim now, in the gray lifeless world that exists after the sun sets but before night truly falls. There's no person to be seen, though briefly a shadow passes over the camera - someone's hand.
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
There is the sound of crying, audible still over the soft patter of slow rain against the pages. It is at once gasping and muffled, with the very obvious quality of someone trying very hard not to cry and just failing.
Xion's trying. Really she is. Really she knows that he'll be back in a week, that it will be fine, he'll be healthy, they'll be able to move on. Finally. But the months since Luke's kidnapping all the way back in February - since she confronted him and he finally confessed to her in April - have been long, so long, impossibly hard and terribly dark. It is no relief that his death has finally come to pass. It's just the curtain fall on what has been one of the worst periods of her whole, short life. ]
Luke is...
[ She chokes, then coughs, trying to clear her throat and stop the tears. Her voice shakes, but doesn't crack again. ]
Luke fon Fabre is ... is dead. He'll be back... he'll be back in a week.
Maybe I shouldn't have said this. But it's not fair, is it? [ Her voice warps, thick with the tears in her throat. ] The people who love him should know.
I'm sorry.
[ The journal shuts. ]
(ooc; Xion won't be replying to this post, largely, outside of a handful of people she especially feels she wants or needs to speak to. However,
relinquishing might be hopping around replies a bit more.)
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I'm coming.
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...what happened?
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... the same thing that happened to me. He just ... disappeared.
[ The fate of a replica... ]
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...so he's back with Asch?
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No. That didn't happen to me, remember? I just ... died. [ ... ] I guess... sort of like a real person would. Even if...
[ No, no, don't say it. She can practically feel her father's gaze on her, gently disapproving.
Even if we're not real people. ]
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Her shoulders jump, but she does not make a sound when she starts to cry. ]
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...what aren't you telling me about this?
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...yeah, sometimes he still has nightmares about it. He had the memories of her death in Luceti, first of all, but also the memories from the first time to deal with.]
...it wasn't anything that could be stopped. [Whether he's talking about her death or Luke's, it's unsaid.] I...wish you didn't have to know.
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[ She buries her face in her hands, still crying. She feels so awful she can't bring herself to look at him. Thinking back now... she feels like she was so cruel. Like she should have found another way... instead of forcing Roxas to kill her. She only watched Luke die. What would it have been like if she'd had to shove a knife in his heart?
Of course, the thought just turns her tears into sobs, instead. ]
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...I don't know how to help. I don't know what to say. [He growls softly, looking away from her.] I don't know how to fix this! [He's mostly frustrated because he knows the one person who could fix this isn't here, frustrated because he feels like he can't even be a good friend right now because he himself is driving a portion of Xion's guilt.]
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... that just sort of makes her feel worse. Now she's making him feel bad, on top of everything else she's ever done to him. Isn't she a horrible friend? Stupid replica... she's worthless. All she can do is ruin things, and die. Maybe that's all replicas are meant for.
Xion pulls her wrists from his grip, and wraps her arms around his neck, instead, hugging him tight. ]
You can't fix it. But that's not what you're supposed to do, Roxas. I just need you here... [ She buries her face in his shoulder. ]
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[ She just keeps hugging him, letting that statement hang in the air. That is what this is, isn't it? Even her replica heart can be broken. ]
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It hurts. Right here, really bad. This has to be what a broken heart feels like.
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It's okay. It's going to be okay. He'll come back. He promised.
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[ She rubs at her eyes again. She still feels so devastated, but her tears are slowing regardless.
She leans back against the door, which she never really moved away from, with a sigh. ]
... Roxas? Can I sleep on your floor tonight?
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