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[Naminé jumps again, this time at the sound of the wall giving under Ira's fist. But her body seems to freeze right after, finally processing his words.

Xion-- now that he's mentioned her name, all of Naminé's memories come flooding back to her. Xion's slow budding discovery of herself. Her bravery in the face of non-existence. Her quiet, earnest entreaty to take care of Roxas once she was gone.

Denied a life back on their world, and then denied one here too. It's just not fair.]

Ira...

[She reaches out to hesitantly touch his arm, not sure how to comfort him. Not sure how to deal with her own bewildered grief.]