notmeanttoexiist:

      Another girl with her face.  It might be laughable if it was not so sad.  She asks the question already knowing the answer.

                “Are you…Namine?”

         _{Their faces were nearly identical—or at least, the face that Naminé saw. Even if they were not, even if it was blank like she knew it was at the beginning, she would still know who this girl was, and there was a hollow pang deep in her chest.}

                           _{”Yes, I am… Xion.”}