[Xion has to think about that. Do you ever want to see the world? She doesn't think about what she wants very often. One time, the grown-ups told them all to draw what they want to be when they grow up. Some kids drew fire fighters or doctors or spacemen and one kid even drew a farmer, but Xion didn't draw anything at all. She can't imagine growing up. What is it like to be grown up? That isn't a question Xion thinks of very often, and it isn't one she can answer.]
Dunno. [At the very least, she can be honest. What else is there for her to say? She's not clever enough to come up with a lie, and anyway, you're not supposed to lie to friends. Xion doesn't know much, but she knows that much. Friends tell friends everything.
After a moment of thinking about it some more, she adds, slowly:] Maybe other worlds would be okay. Even better.
oh god
Dunno. [At the very least, she can be honest. What else is there for her to say? She's not clever enough to come up with a lie, and anyway, you're not supposed to lie to friends. Xion doesn't know much, but she knows that much. Friends tell friends everything.
After a moment of thinking about it some more, she adds, slowly:] Maybe other worlds would be okay. Even better.