[Naminé bears Aqua's scrutiny without visible response save to look back at her, her own gaze surreptitiously searching. She wonders with a certain amount of discomfort how much Aqua has worked out; she gets part of an answer in that comment. The girl hesitates, lips parting slightly as if she's about to speak, then pressing together again.]
... No. You don't. [That admission is the easiest one. Aqua's right, of course - Vanitas is indeed her problem, so to speak, although perhaps it would be better to say that Aqua is the one with more of a stake, more right to decide what befalls him. The problem is, Naminé knows all too well how much the memories of those who enter the city can be... unreliable. How much does Aqua remember? Naminé's not sure how to ask, especially not without giving herself away. She'd like to help, really she would, but-- perhaps it is best that she stays out of it. Now, if only she could manage to convince herself wholly of that.] You're... probably right.
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... No. You don't. [That admission is the easiest one. Aqua's right, of course - Vanitas is indeed her problem, so to speak, although perhaps it would be better to say that Aqua is the one with more of a stake, more right to decide what befalls him. The problem is, Naminé knows all too well how much the memories of those who enter the city can be... unreliable. How much does Aqua remember? Naminé's not sure how to ask, especially not without giving herself away. She'd like to help, really she would, but-- perhaps it is best that she stays out of it. Now, if only she could manage to convince herself wholly of that.] You're... probably right.