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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[paradigmlost]

[my ice cream senses are tingling]

[paradigmlost]

You still let it fall into the wrong hands! Couldn't you have put some kinda safeguard on it?

[cloakanddaikon]

We were the safeguard.

[paradigmlost]

...

[cloakanddaikon]

There were suppo--

[sighs]

It was still our mistake. There is little I can offer in compensation, but if there is anything I can do, you have only to ask.

[paradigmlost]

[opens his mouth to say something else, but then just. looks tired again.]

Can't think of anything.

[cloakanddaikon]

[looks at him]

... does Axel know?

[paradigmlost]

[doesn't meet Zexion's gaze]

No.

[cloakanddaikon]

Naminé's wish was that she not be disturbed. Is yours the same?

[paradigmlost]

It's not that. I just don't think I'll wake up for a while.

[cloakanddaikon]

When I heard of what happened at the end of last summer, I gave Axel a card. You may wish to activate it before you go.

[paradigmlost]

... what card?

[cloakanddaikon]

It was the furthest point of our research -- a way to reach memories lost in the dark side of a heart.

Our memories.

I don't know how much it would help him, but it would be a tangible link to you, no matter how deep your sleep.

[paradigmlost]

... ...

[cloakanddaikon]

And if it's something you would rather him not use, you would be best to say so beforehand.

[paradigmlost]

He can try using it.