[week three - sunday]

[ It probably makes her a horrible person that all she can feel about Lissa's horrible death is a lingering sense of cold lodged in her gut. No screaming, no crying, no horror. Just ... empty, stinging cold.

She's a different person than she was yesterday and Friday. The past two days she's walked around expressionless, and when she hasn't been that, she's been screaming. One or the other, with no fair middle ground. But today there's just ... exhaustion. Her emotions are muted, but they're there.

A few hours after the execution finds her on the hotel's porch, her broken foot extended in front of her and Pluto at her side. She pets her dog's head slowly and mindlessly while she stares out at the little town, thinking everything and nothing at once.

It's only when she sees someone ... well, someone that matters that she pulls herself out of her reverie. ]

... hey, Shinnosuke.

[ She doesn't smile for him, no. But there is a softness on her face that suggests maybe the opposite of the ill will he's probably been hoping to see. ]

[week three - sunday]

[ It doesn't take her long to go find him.

Natalie was her immediate priority, for a number of reasons, but Percy was never far from her thoughts. It pains her to even be apart from him right now. The way he looked at the execution, the hysteria he let slip as he and Papika struggled to put out that girl's body....

She has to find him.

Where she finds him both is and isn't where she expected him to be. After all, hadn't she done this enough herself?

Xion won't talk as she levers herself down to sit beside him, looking at the grave they're now both in front of. Annabeth Chase. She honestly just hasn't had the time to spend by Riku's yet, but she probably will. She knows herself well enough to know that.

After a quiet moment, she'll just lean her head on his shoulder. ]