[Xion shakes her head, looking out onto the floor, with its water falling and the gray skies beyond. Letting go of Sheba, she takes a few steps forward, feeling raindrops pelt her face.]
It won't be all right, even if we do restore the worlds. Maybe... maybe for them. [She looks down.] But not for me.
[Should she be thinking like that? Was that the learned helplessness talking? Like she'd talked with Asch about less than three weeks past. But there was so much about her situation back home that she... she didn't want to risk changing. She didn't want to risk her friends lives and freedoms... not just for herself.]
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[Xion shakes her head, looking out onto the floor, with its water falling and the gray skies beyond. Letting go of Sheba, she takes a few steps forward, feeling raindrops pelt her face.]
It won't be all right, even if we do restore the worlds. Maybe... maybe for them. [She looks down.] But not for me.
[Should she be thinking like that? Was that the learned helplessness talking? Like she'd talked with Asch about less than three weeks past. But there was so much about her situation back home that she... she didn't want to risk changing. She didn't want to risk her friends lives and freedoms... not just for herself.]