[The voice, while familiar, has a tone to it that makes it largely difficult to pinpoint at the same time. It does, however, make Luke stop what he's doing, which is writing a few lines of a poem of sorts, and open his other journal.
What he sees feels like a knife made of ice just stabbed him in the chest and twisted for good measure.
It's Xion. But... younger. Wearing that cloak. Acting like she just arrived, like she didn't remember anything at all.]
Xi -
[Luke probably should've asked questions, tried to help her. But instead, he shuts the journal as the ice in his chest seems to spread all the way to his fingers and toes, making him want to curl up and hug himself and never open that journal again, to flee to safety, to never look back.
She's... gone, isn't she? That's why she was missing. They returned her to her world and this - this is her, just arriving from when she - when -
She doesn't remember him, it's over, it's over, it's over it's over it's over.
Luke should've expected this; he knew it wouldn't last forever and he knew it would be painful, but this? He feels like he wants to die. It's over, it's over, she'll look at him and there'll be no recognition, not even if she sees their apartment, not even -
It's then that he shoots his head up, only just realizing that he had it pressing against his knees. Her room. He - He has to look. He has to make sure. Some of her things are still here in his room, but that could just as well be counted as his. He has to see her room.
At the same time, facing what might be an empty room is just like facing a huge, ugly monster that could devour him, the same one that stabbed that icy knife into his heart in the first place.
It's with a few deeps breaths and shutting his eyes and counting to himself that he stands. It's with a glance at the journal, then at the picture beside their - his bed, that he steps out the door. It's over, it's over, it's over.
Soon, he's in front of her door, and he just... stares at the door, hand hovering over the knob. He's so afraid, but -
It's over.
He turns the knob, pushes the door open -
...
Everything's still there. Just the way she left it - or, rather, just the way he left it, when he decided to clean it while she was gone.
A thunk resounds as he falls to his knees, hand gripping the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles turn white, and he lets out a long, long sigh of pure relief.
It isn't over.
After a moment of collecting himself, he's sitting on his - their bed again, staring down at the journal now. The ice in his veins, while melted to quite a degree, still hasn't totally melted. This is a kidnapping effect, he's sure of that now, but she still doesn't know him. He wants to learn about her, discover what she was like before he met her, but at the same time, he's scared to. He knows she'll look at him with confusion, and he knows he won't see her eyes light up when she sees him.
Is this how she felt when they returned him as his past self? And she still talked to him, despite being so sad that whole time...
It's with that thought that he finally does open the journal, takes a breath, and... lets it out, words catching in his throat. What does he even say? How is he supposed to do this? He wants to shut the journal and lock himself up until this is over, what should he do, what - ]
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What he sees feels like a knife made of ice just stabbed him in the chest and twisted for good measure.
It's Xion. But... younger. Wearing that cloak. Acting like she just arrived, like she didn't remember anything at all.]
Xi -
[Luke probably should've asked questions, tried to help her. But instead, he shuts the journal as the ice in his chest seems to spread all the way to his fingers and toes, making him want to curl up and hug himself and never open that journal again, to flee to safety, to never look back.
She's... gone, isn't she? That's why she was missing. They returned her to her world and this - this is her, just arriving from when she - when -
She doesn't remember him, it's over, it's over, it's over it's over it's over.
Luke should've expected this; he knew it wouldn't last forever and he knew it would be painful, but this? He feels like he wants to die. It's over, it's over, she'll look at him and there'll be no recognition, not even if she sees their apartment, not even -
It's then that he shoots his head up, only just realizing that he had it pressing against his knees. Her room. He - He has to look. He has to make sure. Some of her things are still here in his room, but that could just as well be counted as his. He has to see her room.
At the same time, facing what might be an empty room is just like facing a huge, ugly monster that could devour him, the same one that stabbed that icy knife into his heart in the first place.
It's with a few deeps breaths and shutting his eyes and counting to himself that he stands. It's with a glance at the journal, then at the picture beside their - his bed, that he steps out the door. It's over, it's over, it's over.
Soon, he's in front of her door, and he just... stares at the door, hand hovering over the knob. He's so afraid, but -
It's over.
He turns the knob, pushes the door open -
...
Everything's still there. Just the way she left it - or, rather, just the way he left it, when he decided to clean it while she was gone.
A thunk resounds as he falls to his knees, hand gripping the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles turn white, and he lets out a long, long sigh of pure relief.
It isn't over.
After a moment of collecting himself, he's sitting on his - their bed again, staring down at the journal now. The ice in his veins, while melted to quite a degree, still hasn't totally melted. This is a kidnapping effect, he's sure of that now, but she still doesn't know him. He wants to learn about her, discover what she was like before he met her, but at the same time, he's scared to. He knows she'll look at him with confusion, and he knows he won't see her eyes light up when she sees him.
Is this how she felt when they returned him as his past self? And she still talked to him, despite being so sad that whole time...
It's with that thought that he finally does open the journal, takes a breath, and... lets it out, words catching in his throat. What does he even say? How is he supposed to do this? He wants to shut the journal and lock himself up until this is over, what should he do, what - ]
It's... It's pretty confusing, huh?