[this is definitely not the way he could have ever expected this encounter to go.
she's an unfamiliar face (mostly), with a voice that he knows he's never heard before. and yet—there she is, saying his name in a way that seems to naturally roll off her tongue. he's... not a stranger to her.
it wouldn't be the first time it's happened; he's already met someone else he was apparently once friends with that he has no memory of. and he knows that with how xion came and went, others knew her despite her own lack of memory about it. it prevents roxas from being hyper defensive, at the very least. rather that bristle like an off-put cat, he merely takes a step back and ask a question that he already sort of knows the answer to.]
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she's an unfamiliar face (mostly), with a voice that he knows he's never heard before. and yet—there she is, saying his name in a way that seems to naturally roll off her tongue. he's... not a stranger to her.
it wouldn't be the first time it's happened; he's already met someone else he was apparently once friends with that he has no memory of. and he knows that with how xion came and went, others knew her despite her own lack of memory about it. it prevents roxas from being hyper defensive, at the very least. rather that bristle like an off-put cat, he merely takes a step back and ask a question that he already sort of knows the answer to.]
You... know me?