[this time, she does not stop him; she does not even flinch as he extends his arm out toward her. her eyes are cast downward, but once he removes her hood, she looks back at him, strikingly blue eyes staring into his; they're the one feature of hers that never changes.]
Riku, who do you see?
[he should see her; not Kairi, not Sora, not anybody but the black haired mirror of his best friends. even though she knows this, that this is how she appears to everybody else, she's scared for at least a couple of seconds that maybe something has gone wrong with her coding. wouldn't that be funny—whether it's memories or bits of code that make her up, she'll always be imperfect.]
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Riku, who do you see?
[he should see her; not Kairi, not Sora, not anybody but the black haired mirror of his best friends. even though she knows this, that this is how she appears to everybody else, she's scared for at least a couple of seconds that maybe something has gone wrong with her coding. wouldn't that be funny—whether it's memories or bits of code that make her up, she'll always be imperfect.]