At least, to me, it is. How weird do you think it'd be to go running around shouting "Hey, you!" all the time when I'm trying to talk to you? [He smiles a little and shifts in his place, looking at the flowers on the windowsill - she does like flowers, doesn't she... Luke has to briefly wonder if she's seen his.] When I look at you, I don't see memories of someone else. I see someone who laughs, smiles, cries... I see someone who fights back when I ruffle her hair. Someone who can tackle the hell out of me.
I don't just see someone called Xion... I see you.
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At least, to me, it is. How weird do you think it'd be to go running around shouting "Hey, you!" all the time when I'm trying to talk to you? [He smiles a little and shifts in his place, looking at the flowers on the windowsill - she does like flowers, doesn't she... Luke has to briefly wonder if she's seen his.] When I look at you, I don't see memories of someone else. I see someone who laughs, smiles, cries... I see someone who fights back when I ruffle her hair. Someone who can tackle the hell out of me.
I don't just see someone called Xion... I see you.