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[ Tired is starting to feel like such an inadequate word for how she feels all the time.

Sunset on Thursday finds her sitting on the porch of the hotel, bracing the heels of her palms on the wood beneath her and staring up at the sky. Watching blue slowly fade into purple and orange reminds her of...

... long ago times, that she'll never have again.

It's nicer to while away the time out here than it is inside. She always gets caught up in her own head when she stays in the hotel lounge, her thoughts chasing themselves in increasingly nasty circles and haunted by images she can't forget burned into the backs of her eyelids. Out here, with a faint breeze stirring her hair, she feels more ... peaceful.

What she isn't expecting is...

... ...

Really, it's probably not a good thing she's gotten so attached.

But she'll smile anyway, even if he can't see it, when he approaches. ]

Hey, Shinnosuke.

[ She's not ... like, cheerful. Honestly, she hasn't been that way in a long while. But this is ... the best she can do, you know? ]

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[Likewise, Shinnosuke doesn't like sitting around in the hotel—all the more so now that he's blind, with even less to distract himself with. It's easier to wander about, even if the weight of Sei's sword at his weight is a constant reminder of what's been lost.

It's always hard to lose someone you care about. Like this, he recalls why he stopped.

... But it's too late now, isn't it?

He pauses, not sure if Xion is the first or last person he wants to encounter right now (not that he ever really wants to deal with people in general, though). Still, he supposes there's no avoiding her anymore.]

What are you doing here?

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