I'm out of time.

There had been a bright skinning ray of light shining off in the distance. Strange was not exactly the right word that Lighting, or Claire as she was trying to reinstate her real name to her own mind, would have used in order to describe the strobe but that was all she had been able to think of as she reached for her gun blade and raced off into the woods to find whatever had caused said light.

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.

Yet, afterward... he was the one who saved her on Destiny Islands, when memories there became too overwhelming. And that was when he explained everything to her. About Sora, about the girl Sora liked, and about what Riku was working for -- his best friend's safety. And then Riku kept her company for.. who knew how long that was? A week? A few weeks? She couldn't remember, exactly. But Xion knew she'd always be grateful to Riku for that. He was one of the few who let her think for herself, and by giving her a place to be away from the Organization, she got to think without being distracted by missions.

"But... he doesn't know me now."

Now seated, the brunet looked up at Xion and she wondered what thoughts were running through his mind. He seemed convinced that they'd met before. But how? Sure, Xion had been inside his heart for a long while. During that time, though, Sora never saw her. Even if he did, somehow, perhaps in a dream, surely it would have only been a blur?

Looking down at the ground, Xion wondered about what the other Keyblade wielder could have seen. A blur of a memory -- kind of like the memories of his that she often saw. Except that all memories of her were supposed to have disappeared. No one remembers her now. Why would Sora be any exception? Maybe she seemed familiar, but even if they'd somehow met, that shouldn't have any place in the brunet's memories.

She supposed it wouldn't hurt to play along with his wishes, though, even if she knew it wouldn't help anything. Looking up at Sora, the girl gave a soft smile. "My name's Xion."