There was a pause while she thought, perhaps half-hoping that Riku might answer her. Explain. When there was no explanation forthcoming, she glanced over her shoulder.

"Do you know where Sora is now?" Maybe if she could find him... maybe then she would be able to understand what was going on.

Riku's response, was immediate and firm. "That secret stays with me."

It had the metaphorical effect of a door being slammed in her face. She looked away again, disconcerted, but a part of her still determined. "Why's that?"

"Xion..." Riku sighed, "Your memories... they really belong to Sora."

Her head jerked up. Was that... the explanation? The one she'd been hoping for? Who she was, why she had these memories... but if her memories were really Sora's... what did that mean... did it maybe... "So you mean... I'm like... a part of him?"

There was the crunch of feet on gravel as Riku walked towards her. "When Sora's memories were scattered, some of them fount their way inside you."

Xion flinched, reaching a hand up to touch her forehead and cover her face, so that she could no longer see him. Maybe it was lucky guesswork, or maybe it was something more, but... she had a feeling she knew where this was going.

Riku continued, "Now, Sora has been put to sleep so we can piece together his memory. Except..."

Her heart sank. "Except you can't, because part of it is inside me. That means... he can't wake up." And it's my fault.

"Yeah," Riku's voice was heavy, "You got it."