[ Her eyes sting. It feels like the tempo of her body has been shifted, bound in lockstep to his so that when his rhythms falter, hers do too. She is certain that if she had a heart it would beat in perfect time with his. His breath is her breath; and his pain is hers also. They are each other's, even in this, and she feels it with a keenness that would shame the razor edge of a new blade.

She doesn't understand it. Where her internal monologue should be is a buzzing silence instead. He is going to break her, and she will dissolve into pieces and flow right into him, where she feels so much she belongs.

Xion tilts her head and nuzzles him, gently, pressing her cheek to his and breathing soft against his ear. ]

... I never thought so. If I were really brave... I would have stood up to the Organization a lot sooner, or left for good a long time before I really did. I was just ... I was doing what I had to do. There wasn't any other way. Sora... so many people needed him. And I ... I just couldn't keep him away from them.

[ Briefly she buries her face into his neck, her lips brushing over the skin just above his ruff, before lifting her chin again. ]

I know you made that choice. But... but I have to believe that it wasn't the last choice you'll get to make. There has to be-- there has to be just one more option. I chose to disappear, so, Dave... maybe you'll get to choose to stay. [ Her voice drops to a whisper. ] Maybe you'll get to take the alternative that I couldn't. I refuse to believe you won't get a chance. I couldn't take it if you didn't.

[ Her arms tighten around him. Davesprite isn't the only person in the room who is afraid of being left. ]