[ She just listens to him as she stares in confusion at the Keyblade in her hand, lowering it to rest on her lap.
She's ... horribly conflicted. On the one had, he's making good points and seems to know things about her that not even she knew. But on the other, that's extremely unsettling when she has no memories of these things herself and it feels sort of like her little world is cracking and falling in on itself. And that's ... not comfortable.
Is this a trick? It can't be, because the Keyblade proved it? But she doesn't know any of this? She's just a bunny girl in a forest, man ...
Her eyes flicker between Sora and the Keyblade, before she shuts them again in an attempt to just think. If he's saying all this, then the memories should surface, right? Maybe if she looks at his face again, and — nope. All she ends up doing is giving herself a headache and feeling like there's a wall she can't go past.
And she puts a hand to her head as she grunts softly, and then shakes her head. ]
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She's ... horribly conflicted. On the one had, he's making good points and seems to know things about her that not even she knew. But on the other, that's extremely unsettling when she has no memories of these things herself and it feels sort of like her little world is cracking and falling in on itself. And that's ... not comfortable.
Is this a trick? It can't be, because the Keyblade proved it? But she doesn't know any of this? She's just a bunny girl in a forest, man ...
Her eyes flicker between Sora and the Keyblade, before she shuts them again in an attempt to just think. If he's saying all this, then the memories should surface, right? Maybe if she looks at his face again, and — nope. All she ends up doing is giving herself a headache and feeling like there's a wall she can't go past.
And she puts a hand to her head as she grunts softly, and then shakes her head. ]
I don't. I don't know any of this.