[There's a moment's silence before Xion ends her feed. Closes her locket, makes sure the door to her room is shut and and as locked as she can make it, before curling up on her bed.
On one hand, she feels like she's boiling. She wasn't just some helpless kid! And she was trying to do something useful! And yet... the words sting because there's something to them. This was hard. And she certainly wasn't used to making decisions for herself, big ones. Not even after two months here. Because now that she really has to, she's realizing how little she understands, how much she doesn't know.
Slowly she rolls over in her bed to look over at her Keyblade, from where it's leaning against the bedpost, the metal handle gleaming in the lamplight in her room.
Back home, she'd only really been useful because of her Keyblade. Maybe it really is the same here. She didn't really know how else to not be a "helpless child." Slowly she lifts her knees up and buries her face in them.
Azula won't get a response, though. Xion's done here.]
not here; sob I'm sorry
On one hand, she feels like she's boiling. She wasn't just some helpless kid! And she was trying to do something useful! And yet... the words sting because there's something to them. This was hard. And she certainly wasn't used to making decisions for herself, big ones. Not even after two months here. Because now that she really has to, she's realizing how little she understands, how much she doesn't know.
Slowly she rolls over in her bed to look over at her Keyblade, from where it's leaning against the bedpost, the metal handle gleaming in the lamplight in her room.
Back home, she'd only really been useful because of her Keyblade. Maybe it really is the same here. She didn't really know how else to not be a "helpless child." Slowly she lifts her knees up and buries her face in them.
Azula won't get a response, though. Xion's done here.]