2--2 [Best Guess 1]

[twilightfell]

[He's been hiding, mostly. Passive. Didn't fight. What's the point? Up till now, he'd been simply watching. Waiting. Taking care of his own, when he had to.

Till now. This really is do or die.]

I remember.

[He's in the hallway where the suites are. Struggling past debris and live wires in the deep gloom, occasionally hissing when he whacks a

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[fallen_cetra]

Tick tock, tick tock. Watch where you walk, little keybearer. Don't want to fall in. The darkness that lies in waiting isn't safe, not familiar. Don't want to get lost in that place.

[twilightfell]

... how .. did you-

[twilightfell]

What place?

[fallen_cetra]

That cold cold darkness. One by one they're falling in, never again to be seen. The darkness below and above are similar and yet not. Different. Unnatural. Lost little Nobodies shouldn't go to that place.

[twilightfell]

... I don't know what you're talking about.

[fallen_cetra]

[For a moment she has an almost disapproving expression, then the sphere is snatched out of the air and gets a close up view of one of the holes.]

That. Everywhere, lying in wait. Waiting for lost little children to fall in. Whether they're human or not.

Can feel the cold spreading, made its way inside. Should be careful, watch where you're going.

[twilightfell]

[he just frowns, his own expression disapproving.]

I am watching. I've been watching for years. I won't let anyone fall in. Not again, not if I can help it.

[fallen_cetra]

Hnnn.... [The sound is a deep rattle, her damaged vocal chords giving it a very unnatural sound.]

[twilightfell]

That happened to you, didn't it?

[the words are out before he can stop them, and he shifts uncomfortably, but plows forward]

You .. and the darkness.

[fallen_cetra]

No. Not that place. [Her tightly-cropped hair doesn't hide her expression like the usual tangled mass would have.]

Broke, but not by the darkness. Walk the place between, on the edge of the black madness. Not a part of that place.

All the little children in the cold, cold labs. Little bloody pieces on the cold, cold slabs. Ollie ollie oxen free...

[twilightfell]

Oh. Yeah. Didn't mean .. literally.

[he pauses, just .. watching her. Her appearance is disturbing beyond belief to him - all he can see is one of the broken bodies he walked past all those years ago. she looks .. just like they did. but he doesn't look away. instead his brow creases.] .. I'm sorry.

[fallen_cetra]

No way back, only forward. No rest for the wicked or the ones that walk the places between the living and the dead.

Not from your worlds, little anomaly. Couldn't have stopped it where you're from. No way back or forward from there.

[twilightfell]

... couldn't have stopped it? I wonder.

Hey .. what's your name?

[fallen_cetra]

No. The paths between don't connect. Too far, too far.

I... [She falters, her gaze trying to focus on something that isn't there.] Stolen from me, numbers, branded, not mine, not mine not mine. Whispers in the night, laughter at noon. Church...

I...had one once. How long...? Murmurs... Aeeeeerriiiiitthhhhhh.....

[twilightfell]

I-- .. yeah.

[he just watches, his face serious, but he's not so spooked anymore]

I'm Roxas.

.. it's .. nice to meet you, Aerith.

[fallen_cetra]

Roooooxaaaaasssss.... Little pieces that were once a part of Sora, now separate. Clockwork's broken though. Ripped it out a long time ago, can still feel the pieces. Haven't been the same since, a little broken.

Then again, all Nobodies are a little broken. Can feel it in the silence where the whispers should be.