She had smiled and nodded when he whispered, tears of joy welling in her eyes. It might have been childish, to be so emotional, but she didn't care.

When he started writing, she all but draped herself over his shoulder to watch. Her smile grew with the first sentence, and faded fast thereafter. She was grim indeed, and determined. Lying to Sora to protect herself? That was never going to happen. But lying to strangers to protect Sora? If that was what was needed, she'd do it. For him. But not for herself. And there was something she very much didn't understand.

She took the pencil with her free hand, still keeping an arm around him, so her handwriting wasn't the best as she leaned over to write.

"If they're hurting you, why didn't you stop them?" she wrote, frowning darkly, expression grim and protective. "Why not come with us now, help us save everyone else? Forget about the danger to us, why are you staying in danger if you don't have to be, Sora?"


She looked up to him as she offered back the pencil, confused, angry - though not at him, protective, concerned.