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‘You know how you were talking the other day about how we all have pasts? When I sit here with you guys, it's weird... I get the strangest feeling I used to watch the sun set with somebody else. Or when I'm by the sea... When I look at the water, and hear the waves lapping against the shore...it's almost like I can hear another voice.’ -Xion, 358/2 Days.
Xion was back on the island she found when getting sea shells for Roxas. Her memories were bringing her here, but she didn't know why.
‘Not my memories...that boy that kinda looks like Roxas. What's his name?’
After Xion was done picking up the sea shells, she went over to the tree that boy and his friends sat on.
‘He must like this tree a lot...I wonder if Roxas sat here once?’
Sitting on this tree, laughing about something only true friends understand, talking about nothing...it's kinda like what her, Roxas, and Axel do.
"We're pretty alike, huh?" She sat on the tree, staring at the blue sky.
Sky.
She smiled sadly as she started fading away. "I really wish I got to meet you..."
‘Sora...’