fracione:

           Cerulean took refuge with a similar saturation.

                    —And his gaze grew soft when the action was returned.

     ❝…Naminé, who am I?❞

         _{A rather abrupt question and she inclined her head towards him.}

                           _{The answer seemed obvious to her, but she understood the need to ask.}

                  _{”—You’re Roxas, of course.”}