The move from Twilight Town's decrepit mansion to the lower town areas of Crystalbarrow was a discordant one, although easier than one might have expected. The oxymoronic observation of Naminé's, of course needing to be explained, derives from the packing and leave. DiZ, desiring to sink his claws further in shoulders already scabbed with his talons, was reluctant for her relocation to commence, stating that the chaotic diversions in an urban setting would only distract her from her job of rechaining the links of Sora's comrades. Naminé knew she had the freedom to leave, yet objections of her humanity by the older man lowered her determination until she, like usual, caved into his wishes. She should have been used to his spitfire words of toxins and darts digging into muscle, manipulating her next actions, changing the course of her very life with their injecting metal tips. They still hurt. ...Could they hurt her, or was it all a trick of the mind? The brain was a fascinating thing, and something she would have to invest intense research into later. These 'peaceful discussions' escalated into louder territory, ones where her ears would ring for minutes after he would berate for even thinking of migrating to newer lands when she had messed up so much, had to complete so many more things; how dare a Nobody like her be so selfish as to think of themselves before the lives of Somebodies she's managed to tamper with. It was tiring, mentally and emotionally, and all too much...! One night, sick of everything this man reeking of dying weeds and the ash of darkness had wrought upon her, she packed her belongings, called Roxas, and the duo snuck out of the building. DiZ didn't stir from his place of rest in the old manor. It was almost too easy, then. She wanted to start a new life, one after her rebirth where she would peacefully transfer both slight and larger memories of Sora back into his otherwordly companions while being free to do as she pleased. It was selfish, was it not? And yet, she was okay with that. Now, with her suitcase and satchel weighing her body down, she sat near the upper town's lake, eyes fixed on the fountain in the center. It was beautiful, as was this world. ...She was so close to freedom, to meeting new people and directly soaking in the sunshine for herself. It was exhilarating. Naminé hadn't felt this tranquil in a long, long while.
