She tries, stumbling against him. "Axel..." said softly. Her free hand went to her head. "My head... hurts...." she whimpered.

The memory of Xion's voice. "It's just... I remember things about the two of them. But I'm nothing more than a puppet--something that somebody created. So why would I have... their memories? Do you know where Sora is now?"

The one who called her KEyblade a sham, replying. "That secret stays with me."

"Why's that?"

"Xion...your memories...they really belong to Sora."

"So you mean...I'm like a part of him?"

"When his memories were scattered, some of them found their way inside you. Now, Sora has been put to sleep so that we can piece together his memory. Except..."

"You can't, because part of it is inside of me. That means... he can't wake up."

"Yeah. You got it. But, if you go with me to Sora right now, we could give the memories inside you back to him."

"So, do you hate me for taking your friend away from you?"

"Nah. I guess...I'm just sad."

"I'm sorry, but...I can't go with you. It's my friends - they need me. And I need them, too."

"Maybe...you should take some time and think about it. Figure out who really needs you more. And where you belong."

"How will I know where I belong, truly? I'm not sure I can promise you I'll come up with the right answer."

"Well, the answer you come up with can't just be right for you. It has to be one that works best for everybody, you and your friends and everyone else."

She struggled, trying to use Seto as an anchor so she could stand. Now as much to escape the voices as to get to Axel. "I want to leave..." she whispered.

But when did she ever get what she wanted?