Day 13 | ~ Definition ~
[Xion's walking along in front of some storefronts when she just... starts talking aloud, whether or not there's someone there listening.] You know... I've been thinking. I was thinking back to what happened last time we were here, about how things will just show up and disappear, like that phone booth, and how those topiary animals attacked all the buildings but everything just went back to mysteriously normal one day... And how this town is really inside some kind of space station, but I don't think we were ever shown how to get in and out, we just found ourselves there, on the outside.
I went to talk to Aubrey today. I thought she was back to normal -- that she remembered last time -- but that's not the case at all. When I went to the bar, she didn't recognize me, and she should've. So... so.
What if... [She stops walking now.] What if we're inside a computer?
[She shakes her head. She knows she should explain. (To who?)] Where I'm from... There are worlds inside computers, just like there are worlds outside them. One of my best friends... He was almost put inside one of those worlds. I don't know how it works, but there's obviously some way to take real people and put them inside computer worlds.
What if we're inside a computer? That would explain a lot of things, I think. And... and...
[Xion trails off. She's staring at her reflection in the glass window of the store she stopped in front of. Spiky brown hair. Big, bright blue eyes. Round face. A boy's face. A boy's body. Xion isn't really looking at herself in that window. She's looking at Sora. Just like... Just like the Organization probably wanted. They wanted her to be a copy of Sora. They wanted her to be like him. But instead, she's like Kairi. She's like Kairi and Roxas and maybe she's like Sora, too, but all of those things and more mix to make one Xion. One Xion... who shouldn't still exist.
She doesn't realize that she's just standing there in silence. She's thinking of Roxas, of Axel, of sunsets and ice cream and memories that are hers, just hers, not Sora's. Of the clock tower. Of watching Roxas unravel into darkness and fade away. Of the mansion, of overhearing Riku and the man called DiZ discussing locking Roxas away in a computer. Of rewriting his memory. Why? Why would that man do that? To make sure he didn't rebel, that he didn't escape, he had said. So he could control Roxas. She's inside a computer now, just like Roxas was intended to be.]
So much for that. He can't be here, so I'm here in his place...? [She clenches her fists, jaw clenching.] Is that it? I'm just a replacement again? A puppet for someone else to control? Why...
Why can't I just be me?! [This, she screams, suddenly clutching at that unruly hair (not mine) and pulling at the spikes (not mine) and she calls the Keyblade (not mine) and flings it into the street, where it clatters with the sound of metal on stone and lies there, cold and gleaming gray, and she shrieks and shrieks and she just can't stop -- ]
Nothing belongs to me! Why?! It's not fair it's not fair it's not fair --
I went to talk to Aubrey today. I thought she was back to normal -- that she remembered last time -- but that's not the case at all. When I went to the bar, she didn't recognize me, and she should've. So... so.
What if... [She stops walking now.] What if we're inside a computer?
[She shakes her head. She knows she should explain. (To who?)] Where I'm from... There are worlds inside computers, just like there are worlds outside them. One of my best friends... He was almost put inside one of those worlds. I don't know how it works, but there's obviously some way to take real people and put them inside computer worlds.
What if we're inside a computer? That would explain a lot of things, I think. And... and...
[Xion trails off. She's staring at her reflection in the glass window of the store she stopped in front of. Spiky brown hair. Big, bright blue eyes. Round face. A boy's face. A boy's body. Xion isn't really looking at herself in that window. She's looking at Sora. Just like... Just like the Organization probably wanted. They wanted her to be a copy of Sora. They wanted her to be like him. But instead, she's like Kairi. She's like Kairi and Roxas and maybe she's like Sora, too, but all of those things and more mix to make one Xion. One Xion... who shouldn't still exist.
She doesn't realize that she's just standing there in silence. She's thinking of Roxas, of Axel, of sunsets and ice cream and memories that are hers, just hers, not Sora's. Of the clock tower. Of watching Roxas unravel into darkness and fade away. Of the mansion, of overhearing Riku and the man called DiZ discussing locking Roxas away in a computer. Of rewriting his memory. Why? Why would that man do that? To make sure he didn't rebel, that he didn't escape, he had said. So he could control Roxas. She's inside a computer now, just like Roxas was intended to be.]
So much for that. He can't be here, so I'm here in his place...? [She clenches her fists, jaw clenching.] Is that it? I'm just a replacement again? A puppet for someone else to control? Why...
Why can't I just be me?! [This, she screams, suddenly clutching at that unruly hair (not mine) and pulling at the spikes (not mine) and she calls the Keyblade (not mine) and flings it into the street, where it clatters with the sound of metal on stone and lies there, cold and gleaming gray, and she shrieks and shrieks and she just can't stop -- ]
Nothing belongs to me! Why?! It's not fair it's not fair it's not fair --