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Maybe the explosion was a good thing. Because now all we need to do is dodge flaming rocks instead of worrying too much about being eaten by any of the monsters that are eating themselves.

[A long pause]

No one got hurt, right? Roxas, are you okay? Axel? Riqis? Rion? Ron? I can help...oh!

[Her keyblade can be heard, scraping the ground]

I need to make sure they're not getting hurt! Roxas, if I'm not back when you get back, its because I'm at the beach!

[She's curled up in bed, blankets piled around her until all you can see is blue eyes and black hair. Its like watching a butterfly begin to stick its head out of a cocoon. Her hands are shaking slightly, so the view is a bit shaky until she rests her arm on one of the blanket piles.]

I don't understand...

How can they just be...gone, just like that? They're not there. All their stuff is, but they. Like they just.

They were just here.

[Xion slowly begins to uncurl herself from within the blankets. Her face is blank, a small line high on her cheek from not using a cure spell soon enough after getting sliced there before.]

If they're back, are they back? But everyone says that others have come back. So maybe they can come back? I don't want to lose anyone else.

[She pushes the blankets away, and the view is sideways, showing her summoning her keyblade and looking determinedly out the window.]

I'm not losing anyone else.

[She grabs the device and looks at it for a moment before throwing it against the wall. Stomping can be heard as she grabs it and picks it up.]

...Sorry.

[She sticks it back in her pocket and goes out to work off some steam.]

[Her voice is still hoarse, even after this time away from the School.]

I thought I was ready, but I...couldn't do anything to help. Nothing, I didn't...I couldn't help anyone.

[The video feed clicks on and she stares a little vacantly at the screen. She had been able to heal the deep stab wound on her leg, but she was still too tired to finish the rest, so the red lines and scratches stand out in contrast to her skin. The worse is the long red cut on her left cheek, but it doesn't seem like its bothering her that much.]

The School was...but we got her in the end, right? And so that. That means.

[She shakes her head violently, looking away from the camera as if she's seeing something to the side of her. But when the camera is moved, there's nothing else near her, no one and nothing.]

Mission complete. Can I RTC now?

[She doesn't bother turning it off; she just drops it into her lap and all that can be seen is the shadow she makes on the wall behind her, a bit of fabric, and another cut on the side of her hand.]

We can't let them do this to them! We need to help them!

[The sounds from the intercom play out in the background, and she begins to yell.]

WE NEED TO MAKE THEM STOP NOW! THEY NEED OUR HELP AND WE HAVE TO HELP THEM!

[She's looking outside the window, watching the shadow of someone she doesn't know walk around in circles outside. She hunkers down, folding herself up as the pale person goes and picks something up on the ground and then moves on. Xion starts mumbling to herself as another shadow person walks past.]

They don't respond to anyone...

[She looks up and almost falls off the small ledge she's precariously curled up on.]

Some of them look familiar...but I don't...

[Her voice goes soft and muffled as she curls herself up again.]

This place is so different, I don't understand it all...

Everyone was finding things on the billboard that's here. I didn't...think there would be anything. For me.

But there was a bag of seashells on the board! They're the ones I gave to Roxas when he was sleeping...I don't know how they got here.

But they look a little different than yesterday. I don't...I don't want to get rid of them, so maybe, I can still keep them.

Uhm. Maybe I should give them to people, though. Friends do that kind of thing for friends, right?

Is this working? Can anyone hear me?

Its dark here, and cold... [tapping sounds can be heard as a finger taps at the screen]

The last thing I can remember is dying. Does that mean I'm dead? Is this where everyone who dies goes to? But I thought...

My friends need to know that I'm still alive. That I still exist.

I do exist now, right?

Hello?