[ Slowing a moment at his first comment, Naminé glances back over her shoulder with a warm, ]
Agreed.
[ She's not hard to keep up with this time as she climbs ahead of him; the distance is companionable, rather than the ghostlike pace she took so long ago when she lead him to the mansion. The irony isn't lost on her, either, and she breathes out the wry shadow of a laugh as the top of the stairs gradually grows closer. ]
I guess it's only fair.
[ Her tone is self-effacing. Truthfully, she's deeply unsettled by being this far out of the loop. Knowledge has always been one of her greatest allies, and to have so little of it these days - it makes her anxious. Now that it's her turn to ask the questions, it feels more like a punishment than anything else, possibly one meted out for having tucked away so much information about others that she oughtn't have been able to gather in the first place. Softly, she admits, ]
I always hoped I'd never have to ask you for anything else. That when we met again, we'd be able to talk about everything without a care. [ Her voice sounds subtly fond, a little wistful, though she doesn't look back. ] But I guess-- maybe I was wishing for too much.
[ It's more observation than anything regretful. She's not bitter about it, especially because-- ]
Still... I'm really grateful to have this chance, too. [ Quieter, ] Just to see you again, Roxas, even if the circumstances aren't what I imagined.
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Agreed.
[ She's not hard to keep up with this time as she climbs ahead of him; the distance is companionable, rather than the ghostlike pace she took so long ago when she lead him to the mansion. The irony isn't lost on her, either, and she breathes out the wry shadow of a laugh as the top of the stairs gradually grows closer. ]
I guess it's only fair.
[ Her tone is self-effacing. Truthfully, she's deeply unsettled by being this far out of the loop. Knowledge has always been one of her greatest allies, and to have so little of it these days - it makes her anxious. Now that it's her turn to ask the questions, it feels more like a punishment than anything else, possibly one meted out for having tucked away so much information about others that she oughtn't have been able to gather in the first place. Softly, she admits, ]
I always hoped I'd never have to ask you for anything else. That when we met again, we'd be able to talk about everything without a care. [ Her voice sounds subtly fond, a little wistful, though she doesn't look back. ] But I guess-- maybe I was wishing for too much.
[ It's more observation than anything regretful. She's not bitter about it, especially because-- ]
Still... I'm really grateful to have this chance, too. [ Quieter, ] Just to see you again, Roxas, even if the circumstances aren't what I imagined.