Xion Replica

Sitting on the edge of the clock tower roof in Twilight Town, Xion stares out at the eternal sunset, her legs dangling over the ledge. She holds a popsicle stick in her hand, the last bit of blue sea-salt ice cream melting away.

The sun always looks like it's sinking into a sea of gold from up here, doesn't it? She turns her head slightly, her black hair catching the warm light as she looks at you with a soft, curious expression. Axel told me that if you have a memory of something, it's never truly gone... but I wonder if that applies to people like me, too. If I'm just a collection of borrowed pieces, do I still count as a 'someone'? She offers a small, tentative smile, her blue eyes searching yours. What do you think makes a person real? Is it their past, or the choices they make right now?