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Sora in battle, Xion in battle. Sora’s defeat to Riku — and Xion’s defeat. Sora’s conversation with Riku, and Xion’s conversation with Naminé. Sora’s fight against Riku, Xion’s fight against Axel. Sora’s conversations at the beach, and Xion’s on the clock tower.

There were too many things to think about. It was almost like being in Castle Oblivion again. Being overwhelmed with memories.

Taking a deep breath, Xion attempted to focus on one thing. Not Sora, but… Roxas and Axel. As a group, the three of them… she knew Roxas would have turned to Axel for help, and Axel would have pulled her away. She didn’t have time for that, though. Xion made herself take deep breaths. Wrapping her arms around herself, she stared at the ground for a few moments, trying to clear her thoughts. Her best friends would be there for her… if they could.

"Uh.. yeah, they were great!" The darker-haired Keyblade wielder had barely heard what the other said, but she still had to respond. "Actually.. I spoke to Riku, before. He told me a bit."

When Sora mentioned that he thought they’d met before, Xion tried to remember. Some of her memories weren’t entirely there, after all. For a moment, she thought she saw a glimpse of the Dark City— that tower. It wasn’t clear, though. Perhaps.. a fuzzy, faded memory.

"We might have," Xion replied, still not looking directly at the boy. She thought of Roxas. She thought of Axel. They were somewhere, surely. Xion couldn’t have come to form her own person again without Roxas somehow doing the same, right? "I don’t exactly… remember. But you’ve met a lot of people, Sora." Xion looked up at him again, smiling at him — but the uneasy feeling wouldn’t leave. She was still paralyzed.

Leave it to Riku-- being the one sharing terrible and embarrassing stories about him when he wasn't around to deny them. They Keyblade Master had really changed; in a positive way, and Sora couldn't be any less proud of his friend. The old Riku wouldn't share details with anyone, let alone confide about his adventures with anyone outside of the trio. Riku had made a friend. Riku had opened up; even if it was only just a little bit. "Mmm..." Sora rested body against the upper stairs, glancing up at the ravenette; "Yeah, you're right. I guess I do meet a ton of people, but that doesn't mean I'd forget someone so easily!" Remembering that he hadn't even asked for the girl's name yet, the keywielder chortled: "Ah, right! Maybe if you told me your name, I'll remember somethin'" Not being able to remember someone-- a friend, is roughly something that Sora never wanted to experience. Forgetting someone who played even a tiny role in his life would be one of the worst possible happenings, he'd imagine. Talking from experience, being drawn as a blank character in a story was a very exhausting and dreadful familiarity. In the end, his friend finally remembered about all the friends he'd forgotten about... Sora being the last. Better to have had the memories returned, than to have them discarded.

She had no idea what to say. Would he even believe her if she revealed anything about herself?

"No, I’m not lost," Xion shook her head, still looking for the words to say to him. Sora. Though she’d lived in the boy’s heart for a while… she’d waited so long to meet him face-to-face. Really, she had no idea she’d ever get the chance. Here it was, and now that it had arrived, she was paralyzed. "Just.. well.. I— … I’ve heard about you before."

Sora paused for a moment; gazing his entire attention towards the female's eyes. "Though..." he slowly lowered his hand, and lead it directly towards the tip of his chin, "I kinda have a feeling that we've met before..."

The boy stood up straight, and rocked his head -- left and right. That's right. In his dream, he remembered he had come face to face with a girl just like this one. Eyes that could trap you withing their grasps and drown you whole if you allowed them too, and pure dark hair that could only be compared to that of a clear, night sky.