[She'd probably return the greeting were she not so busy. The girl's eyes dart between him and the Shadow for a moment, as if checking whether he sees it or not. At the question, Naminé blinks, almost as if she's having trouble processing it. Eventually, however, a bit staccato,]
Yes. It's-- mine. You-- [She winces suddenly, as if from an abrupt headache, but seems to force it back.] I'm sorry. You-- should run...!
[It's her problem, after all, and the thought of what her Shadow might do-- well, it's a distraction she cannot afford and also a very, very painful thought.]
[Somewhere amongst the clatter of chains is another voice, nearly identical to her own, kept quiet but perhaps still audible as it says, miserably,]
Oh, this is so embarrassing...!
[Which earns the girl's Shadow an oddly offended looking grimace from the real Naminé.]
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Yes. It's-- mine. You-- [She winces suddenly, as if from an abrupt headache, but seems to force it back.] I'm sorry. You-- should run...!
[It's her problem, after all, and the thought of what her Shadow might do-- well, it's a distraction she cannot afford and also a very, very painful thought.]
[Somewhere amongst the clatter of chains is another voice, nearly identical to her own, kept quiet but perhaps still audible as it says, miserably,]
Oh, this is so embarrassing...!
[Which earns the girl's Shadow an oddly offended looking grimace from the real Naminé.]