[He returns from the restless pacing out in the hall, having seen no suspicious activity except for are the startling posts over the communicators.]
I don't know...
[The replica looks distressed now, the peace of a few sun warm afternoons long gone. He comes to her side worriedly, jaw set hard with concern. He tosses his communicator to the end of the bed, holding his head. The events where the mansion messed with their sense of self were the worst by far.]
People have forgotten things...important things! Like Vexen and Ron's Mother...
Namine, [He looked up at her gently, but his eyes were a little bit wearied with her.] Are you sure you did it right?
[She looks to him, watching him as he peers around, restless and confused. Blue eyes gaze on his sea-green ones, slowly nodding. Did she do it right? How insulting.]
I did what I could, Arland. I...I didn't use anyone's memories but my own and Roxas', and he's not here any longer.
[He makes a frustrated noise at her expression, looking away, a barb of guilt for making it sound like he was blaming her.]
I didn't say you meant to, just-
[And Arland sighs again, pacing across the room, not wanting to let down her efforts- Although he was still a little sour that Namine and Saix had planned to do it before letting him know what to expect.
Now, it seemed, the mansion had a retort to the memory witch's challenge.
He stopped before her, crouching before her chair and reaching for her knee in resigned assurance.]
Well it's not like the event riddle said...its not...not the end of the world.
[Namine turns sad eyes down in his direction, the perfect mask of emotion, and nods again. The touch to her knee is foreign but acceptable; she reaches out and touches his cheek.]
We're not sure what can happen now. Don't think about it that way.
He's talking about having been betrayed by his "people" and how it's all his fault and how people need to be punished in order to form unity. Something like that.
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I don't know...
[The replica looks distressed now, the peace of a few sun warm afternoons long gone. He comes to her side worriedly, jaw set hard with concern. He tosses his communicator to the end of the bed, holding his head. The events where the mansion messed with their sense of self were the worst by far.]
People have forgotten things...important things! Like Vexen and Ron's Mother...
Namine, [He looked up at her gently, but his eyes were a little bit wearied with her.] Are you sure you did it right?
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I did what I could, Arland. I...I didn't use anyone's memories but my own and Roxas', and he's not here any longer.
[She looks hurt.]
I didn't do this.
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I didn't say you meant to, just-
[And Arland sighs again, pacing across the room, not wanting to let down her efforts- Although he was still a little sour that Namine and Saix had planned to do it before letting him know what to expect.
Now, it seemed, the mansion had a retort to the memory witch's challenge.
He stopped before her, crouching before her chair and reaching for her knee in resigned assurance.]
Well it's not like the event riddle said...its not...not the end of the world.
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I know. I'm sorry.
[Namine turns sad eyes down in his direction, the perfect mask of emotion, and nods again. The touch to her knee is foreign but acceptable; she reaches out and touches his cheek.]
We're not sure what can happen now. Don't think about it that way.
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