[He walks slowly, so as to support Xion, also painfully aware of the blood on him, and the blood that seeps through his fingers.
Inside is a hollow ache, surrounded by the uncertainty of how to handle his own feelings, let alone Xion's. He's grateful that Xion says nothing, despite knowing that she's not even remotely okay; it lets him pretend that he is.
Likewise, he's silent as they walk towards the graveyard.]
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Inside is a hollow ache, surrounded by the uncertainty of how to handle his own feelings, let alone Xion's. He's grateful that Xion says nothing, despite knowing that she's not even remotely okay; it lets him pretend that he is.
Likewise, he's silent as they walk towards the graveyard.]