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[ 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. ]

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[... He just wanted to go back inside. Why did Xion have to be camping out on the porch?

He's glad that there isn't anything like a smile, because really, no one should be smiling for him. He's desperately hoping that softness is just a figment of his imagination, though. Maybe he's so lonely that he's begun to see affection where it shouldn't exist—but no. Xion really is that sort of fool, isn't she?

Someone who would care about him, in spite of all his efforts.]

Having a nice day?

[He smiles, in his usual way, before stepping up to the door.]

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