[Xion is a lot of things, and sharp enough to read between the lines is one of them. This is not the place she wanted to have this conversation. Not with five other people - two of them strangers and one of them the worst enemy of one of her closer friends - all perfectly able to listen in.

But there's nowhere she can really go to escape this conversation either.

She sits up yet again, though this time she wraps her arms around her legs, drawing herself inward until she's touching the sheets and blankets and nothing else.]

You were the first who left.

[Her voice is low, low enough that - for now at least, Reno should be the only one who can hear it, unless they're actively listening in and their hearing is sharp]

Elena and Roxas left next. In the same week, in April.

[The week that she'd been gone, that ended with her walking around as a half-mindless drone of Jason's, that ended in her dying twice.]

Then Axel after that. Then Hei not long after that.

[Her voice is getting a little louder now, though it's still quiet.]

We kept... getting letters. After Elena and Hei left. Telling us who to go to. Who was supposed to look after us now.

[Her grip on her knees tightens. Her voice is almost a vehement hiss now, much more clearly audible.]

As if having someone new to go to would make up for the fact that everyone kept leaving us. [She lowers her head into her knees] As if it could make up for the fact that you weren't here instead.

[She doesn't say anything for a while, until she lifts her head a little until her eyes at least are visible, watering slightly. She stares out in front of her, not really looking at anything.]

Diarmuid's fine.

[It's her who's messed up.]