The whole ordeal was causing Naminé as much pain as when she'd admitted to Sora what she'd done to him... maybe even more. She wasn't sure anymore. But what she did know was that listening to Roxas plead with Xion was too much. Naminé couldn't stay.

At least some of them appeared not to care so much about things. And Xion's defense of Naminé was nice. "Xion... it's okay. It's my fault." Entirely her fault, from the moment she'd begun to take apart Sora's memory.

Timon's questions were what startled Naminé the most, though, and she stared at him for a full minute. Of course... he must have known Sora. Naminé glanced at Xion again, looking more than a little worried, and wondered what was the best way to answer. "Xion," she replied, indicating the black-haired girl.