[ The way she exhales, no matter how quietly, is almost as relieved as if she had some personal stake in the outcome of that explanation. Her expression softens - draws together again, relaxes once more. (It's true - she cannot help but empathize. It's in her nature, for one thing, and the comparison is too strong to ignore, for another.) ]
A sister, huh?
[ Almost under her breath but not quite. Well, that's sort of familiar, too, isn't it? Only she'd never presume to call Kairi a sister so freely, and that relationship... Naminé isn't certain how it might have worked out, had they been able to be in the same place at the same time. The idea makes something in her chest squirm uncomfortably yet wistfully. She would have liked to be friends with her Other, it's true, but the idea seems more like a daydream than an actual possibility. ]
I'd think so. [ To both their supposed happiness and the loneliness in the absence thereof. ] I know I would be.
[ She is, after all. (Was?) Roxas was the only one in her worlds that she felt she had any ability to compare herself to, and even he--... it doesn't bear thinking about now. She's beginning to wilt but she reins that in, skating a hand briefly over her hair. (Keeping one's eyes closed doesn't entirely relieve the effect of the illusion, although it does make it seem very slightly less real, if only for the lack of visuals to back up the other sensations. Trying to picture what the place is supposed to look like is easier that way, as if the illusion tries to force one's memory to accept it as fact while it's being perceived.) ]
It sounds like you really helped her a lot. But-- after all of that, you still weren't friends?
[ Sora seems to collect them like all it takes is a sideways glance. It's hard not to picture something of that nature with any adventures she hears about. ]
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A sister, huh?
[ Almost under her breath but not quite. Well, that's sort of familiar, too, isn't it? Only she'd never presume to call Kairi a sister so freely, and that relationship... Naminé isn't certain how it might have worked out, had they been able to be in the same place at the same time. The idea makes something in her chest squirm uncomfortably yet wistfully. She would have liked to be friends with her Other, it's true, but the idea seems more like a daydream than an actual possibility. ]
I'd think so. [ To both their supposed happiness and the loneliness in the absence thereof. ] I know I would be.
[ She is, after all. (Was?) Roxas was the only one in her worlds that she felt she had any ability to compare herself to, and even he--... it doesn't bear thinking about now. She's beginning to wilt but she reins that in, skating a hand briefly over her hair. (Keeping one's eyes closed doesn't entirely relieve the effect of the illusion, although it does make it seem very slightly less real, if only for the lack of visuals to back up the other sensations. Trying to picture what the place is supposed to look like is easier that way, as if the illusion tries to force one's memory to accept it as fact while it's being perceived.) ]
It sounds like you really helped her a lot. But-- after all of that, you still weren't friends?
[ Sora seems to collect them like all it takes is a sideways glance. It's hard not to picture something of that nature with any adventures she hears about. ]