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[key_illusion]

[All you can hear is the sound of static.]

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[key_illusion]

No, I don't. [He's pretty set on holding up to pretending to be mute. It wouldn't help things either if she knew his voice was exactly like Roxas'.]

Will that be a problem?

[catorce]

Oh. That's okay. It won't be a problem.

[And well, she does sound slightly surprised at that revelation, but otherwise doesn't really think anything of it. She needs to slowly lead up to other things, anyway.]

...So, what have you been up to lately?

[key_illusion]

Nothing much. Been visiting the library.

[A lie, but he's not going to talk about meeting with the Journal. Even if he makes small screw-ups about their identity, ??? isn't going to let out more of their association.]

[catorce]

Nothing else to do, huh? [She can find that lie entirely believable, at least. She's been spending time in the library herself too, having nothing else to do. It's understandable, but not what she's looking for.

After a beat, and what she hopes is enough time to not make where this is going overly obvious, she asks another question.]

Have you been making new friends?

[key_illusion]

Yeah, I have. [First Nina, then Jade, and Painwheel in the future. He's not interested in going out of his way to make friends, but they are nice to have.]

It's been interesting. [And relatively easy to do when he's not being a snarky brat.]

[catorce]

That's good. It's great to hear you've been making new friends. [She is genuinely glad, of course. Some time ago, Xion would have thought he'd never make new friends, from what he had told her.

But if he wasn't going to say names, then...] Have you talked to someone named Axel? [And, before he can say anything:] Roxas said you helped him make up with him.

[key_illusion]

[Look what a little bit of system failures and positive reinforcement can do.]

I've talked to him a few times, and I guide Roxas that way. [??? pauses, only because he can guess where this may be going considering those two were brought up.] He says he wants to be friends, but that's a little hard to believe.

[catorce]

...I see. [She can believe that--the talking a few times part. But what matters to her right now is the content of those few conversations. She won't be able to step down until she knows all she needs.] What do you mean it's a little hard to believe?

[key_illusion]

[Good luck getting information from him, Xion. Really.]

Because I think he's probably wary of me. [Thanks to some button pushing.]

[catorce]

[Well, she'll be darned if she doesn't try. At his response, however, she can't help but to cock an eyebrow--thankfully hidden by her hood.]

Did something happen between you two?

[key_illusion]

No. It's just the coat. [.......Kind of a lie.]

[catorce]

Really? [That's kind of believable, but...] Why do you wear that coat, anyways?

[key_illusion]

Because someone gave it to me. [Thankfully he wasn't given Roxas' original clothes or that would cause some confusion.]

Why do you wear yours?

[catorce]

It's what I've always worn. [But the more she thinks about it...] Guess it's a habit.

If you don't mind me asking, who gave you yours?

[key_illusion]

I do mind, actually. [Way to make things awkward, ???.]

[catorce]

--Oh. Sorry, then.

[Awkward...]

[key_illusion]

[He'll just put them back on schedule-- or at least her schedule.]

I don't think that's the real question you wanted to ask me, is it?

[catorce]

...You're right. [Whoa, Access. He's starting to load up on her wariness again.]

What do you know about me?

[key_illusion]

Your name is Xion. You've been placed in Heimdall's house. You used to be part of Organization XIII, supposedly. Number 14. Your job was to collect hearts, and from that I suspect you wielded a keyblade before arriving here. You left the Organization on your own will. You have a striking resemblance to Kairi, but I doubt you're her Nobody. You're not supposed to exist "at all" which means you're either a Nobody or something happened to you. Or both.

[That's only the basics of what he could pull from her first post with everything that wasn't filtered.

And he'll just tap into his telepathy for an emotional response.]

[catorce]

[She pauses for a moment, taking all of that in. She's slightly creeped that he stalked her first post that thoroughly, or at least the parts of it that were there before she learned how to filter things. Although she won't admit it, she's also mildly relieved he thinks she's a Nobody and not something else, but being relieved that everything about her wasn't out in the open isn't what she was here for.]

But you told Axel something else about me, didn't you?

[key_illusion]

[It would be strange if she wasn't creeped out, but that relief...is very telling. So she wasn't a Nobody after all? It almost, almost makes sense given that being forgotten completely wasn't exactly how a Nobody's destruction worked. However, he's not sure what else she could be.]

It depends on what Axel told you.

[catorce]

[She thinks back on her conversation with Axel, firstly remembering how he had been in pain for a moment and how alarmed she had been at that. Then, she remembers that after that particular moment, he had asked why he couldn't remember her... which was troubling to say in the least. This whole subject matter was increasingly troubling for her.]

He said... you told him he should remember me.

[key_illusion]

[It's always been troubling for him after that first system crash.

And thank goodness he has an answer to evade this situation as well:]

You know him, don't you? I don't see why he shouldn't remember you then. You were part of the Organization as well.

[catorce]

He shouldn't. If he doesn't remember me, then everything's the way it should be.

[Slightly cryptic and redundant, but that's the explanation she's sticking to for now. It's simple, clean, and doesn't get into hideous details...]

[key_illusion]

See, that's the part that doesn't add up. You're not a Nobody, are you? Even if you were eliminated, there would still be memories left.

[He knows she's not, thanks to her own little give away. He's simply taking this moment to make her reflect on that question.]