[week one - saturday]

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[ Before she isolates herself - before she tries to hide away - Xion goes for a walk.

She hasn't even gone back to her room to see Pluto yet, which feels a little mean. But she feels so ... so tired, so ... thin. Thin is a strange word to use, but it's all that occurs. She feels ... like she's being pulled apart, and there's almost no substance left to her.

Walk. Move. Clear your head. It feels weird ... that in a whole week, she hasn't had to do any fighting at all.

Xion pauses in her walking when she realizes where her feet have taken her automatically -- the graveyard.

How morbid.

And yet.... despite everything, she still associates a sense of peace with this quiet place. Xion steps in, moving without thinking towards her own grave and settling down before it.

Given the day's events, she's not expecting to be interrupted. ]

... will we ... have to put Tiara, here?

[ so faintly, meant to be said to herself. ]

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[ Rarely in her life has she been so confused by a sing;e conversation. But ... he seems sincere. Xion blinks rapidly a few times .. and then a few times more .. before she abruptly laughs. Laughing has been so, so rare for her since she got here, it feels strange to do. But ... it's nice. ]

Yeah! Of course I'll be your friend. That actually sounds really nice. I hope we can learn more about each other!

[generously]

Hey, that's the first time I've seen you laugh.

[ Who knew all it would take was a morbid discussion at a graveyward! ]

Although I wasn't making a joke if that's what you think. You should know I'm completely serious!

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[ That just makes her laugh again. Never ever would she have thought that after a day like today she'd have a reason to feel like laughing. The sound of it is breathless and helpless and somehow relieved. ]

I don't think you're joking! That's why it's funny. You're ... so strange. But that isn't a bad thing.

[ Xion beams at him, bright as sunshine. ]