[Flashes that don't belong to her, scenes she's never seen. Dawn blinks, standing still as she listens to that suggestion and thinking it over. The words were caught in her throat as the illusion fell apart and faded back to the same white room it had been upon their entry to this space.
Searching, searching. Any world-any moment where she could have but didn't. But nothing, nothing but a new sketch resting in front of them between the two that originally presented themselves first. The only difference being the fact she actually picks this one up: A sketch of a silver haired figure being held up by the neck by-
The same blond figure in black.
A quiet, scared voice fills the room: "Riku, stop! I said stop!" Another white room, only this time the younger her is falling to the ground, motionless. A boy in red's staring in shock, pleading with the other girl. "What did you do to him!"
Black... A portal opening up. "Broke his heart. More like smashed it, really. That is... if it really even had one to begin with. Eheehee~"
"Wha-? Smashed?! What's going to happen to Ri-?"
The one in black was laughing again. "Still worried about Riku? Well, don't. He's doing just fine. Don't tell me you never noticed~"
The boy blinks in confusion, fists clenching against the cold floor before he lunges at her, only to be kicked to the side like a dog. It hurts just to look at the scene, but Dawn can't look away. Her shoulders are shaking, wanting it to end-
Larxene picks the lifeless doll by the back of the neck. "Have it your way, then. It'll KILL you to know this, but I can live with that~ The 'Riku' you see before you--this thing is nothing more than a puppet. Vexen was so off the mark, he even made it a girl! I mean, how dim-witted do you have to be to fall for something like that~!" She sneers, flicking the wide-eyed thing across the face and leaving a nice little scar on her cheek.
"It's almost laughable, really... The toy calling you the fake when it was the lie all along~"
It's like someone pressed the fast forward button on the remote. Images, words going in fast play. Bits and pieces, reconnecting chain links, lies blurred vision... Sora... Naminé... Sora needs help, Naminé's right next to her. If only she could mo-
"You don't even actually know her!"
"Maybe not... but I still... made a promise." He glares at her. "And Riku, I don't... I don't care if she's a fake!" Sora's struggling to even get onto one knee, but he doesn't stop trying. She could almost see him glancing at her before making eye contact with the one that caused her and Naminé to suffer so much from the cruelty. "She's a friend of mine and a friend of Naminé's! I don't care if what I remember about them are lies... I won't let you hurt them!"
And everything goes white, and when the brightness fades Sora's standing there, triumphant while Larxene's fading into the darkness.]
no subject
Searching, searching. Any world-any moment where she could have but didn't. But nothing, nothing but a new sketch resting in front of them between the two that originally presented themselves first. The only difference being the fact she actually picks this one up: A sketch of a silver haired figure being held up by the neck by-
The same blond figure in black.
A quiet, scared voice fills the room: "Riku, stop! I said stop!" Another white room, only this time the younger her is falling to the ground, motionless. A boy in red's staring in shock, pleading with the other girl. "What did you do to him!"
Black... A portal opening up. "Broke his heart. More like smashed it, really. That is... if it really even had one to begin with. Eheehee~"
"Wha-? Smashed?! What's going to happen to Ri-?"
The one in black was laughing again. "Still worried about Riku? Well, don't. He's doing just fine. Don't tell me you never noticed~"
The boy blinks in confusion, fists clenching against the cold floor before he lunges at her, only to be kicked to the side like a dog. It hurts just to look at the scene, but Dawn can't look away. Her shoulders are shaking, wanting it to end-
Larxene picks the lifeless doll by the back of the neck. "Have it your way, then. It'll KILL you to know this, but I can live with that~ The 'Riku' you see before you--this thing is nothing more than a puppet. Vexen was so off the mark, he even made it a girl! I mean, how dim-witted do you have to be to fall for something like that~!" She sneers, flicking the wide-eyed thing across the face and leaving a nice little scar on her cheek.
"It's almost laughable, really... The toy calling you the fake when it was the lie all along~"
It's like someone pressed the fast forward button on the remote. Images, words going in fast play. Bits and pieces, reconnecting chain links, lies blurred vision... Sora... Naminé... Sora needs help, Naminé's right next to her. If only she could mo-
"You don't even actually know her!"
"Maybe not... but I still... made a promise." He glares at her. "And Riku, I don't... I don't care if she's a fake!" Sora's struggling to even get onto one knee, but he doesn't stop trying. She could almost see him glancing at her before making eye contact with the one that caused her and Naminé to suffer so much from the cruelty. "She's a friend of mine and a friend of Naminé's! I don't care if what I remember about them are lies... I won't let you hurt them!"
And everything goes white, and when the brightness fades Sora's standing there, triumphant while Larxene's fading into the darkness.]
There's no one... to pay back.