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       _{The subject sailed elsewhere like a indescribable body of stars washed ashore through the reflection of the sky. Filled the room with nothing more than a cool breeze; Sora’s gaze remained immobile, all attempts to interpret the pallid girl proving futile.}

_{She was a being of myths—the story varied from teller to teller, but there was one thing they all landed accurate—the unknowability of her person. There was veil of secrecy and enigma she’s threaded herself. One that seemed to never be unlaced. Perhaps it was meant to endure the seam ripper just a while longer than the norm. “Naminé—”}

                                                                    _{Words spilled from his lips intensely.}

_{“You may not think that I owe you my thanks… But I do. Whether you take them or not, just know I thank you…” He was lost; lost in a silent rumination. What was he even saying anymore? It was all a blur— the castle, the room, the story.. except; her.}

_{She was there, that much was sure.}

_{He cracked his lips into a nuance of a smile. A palm opened wide, arm stretched toward the presence before him.}

_{“Thank you, Naminé.”}

         _{There was an ocean between them, an expansive ocean that was impossible to cross—even by boat, raft, by any means accessible. Between the two of them there was no way to venter, no way that she could see that they could somehow meet in the middle, reach an understanding, and that… she was not sure if she feared that, or if she was relieved for that.}

                  _{Reaching an understanding between the two of them was… improbable. Not impossible, but improbably, because the chance that they would truly reach that point, that level, was unimaginable to her. Perhaps the idea of reaching that point of understanding was more so terrifying to Naminé than never understanding Sora, than him never understanding her, than him never remembering her because he was never meant to remember her.}

                           _{Remembrance of her was never meant to come to pass. It was not written in their story, was not meant to be, could not ever happen because it was impossible. She had tried her best, tried her hardest, to ensure that the end of this story would be right and proper for Sora, and she would quietly slip into oblivion, cease to be her own person.}

                                                               _{That was how it was meant to be.}

                                    _{Standing there, it was like she could feel it begin to become rewritten, the things that she had done, the work that she had dedicated to making sure a certain path had to be followed. Then again, she was a mere Nobody, lonely in her nothingness and what could she do to truly and sincerely alter and fabricate something, to change a mind so completely? Naminé’s powers were not that strong, in the end.}

                                             _{Arms folded close to her body she stared at Sora silently, unsure how to continue from there. So instead she ducked her head down and let her bangs fall in front of her eyes, and she wondered fleetingly, hoped, that this would soon be over. Sora was earnest, and unfailingly kind, and it made something inside of her ache. ”Sora…”}

                                                      _{”I should be the one thanking you.”}