Xion had felt drawn to the old mansion in Twilight Town for a very long time without knowing why, until the day she met Naminé there. Naminé looked like that girl who was always with Sora in Xion's dreams. Kairi. Naminé only smiled as she invited Xion inside, leading her into a stark white room filled with drawings taped to the walls.
When Xion looked at her again she realised that Naminé's blonde hair was the same shade as Roxas' and that her kind blue eyes reminded her of him too. It almost startled her and she wasn't sure why.
"I'm not supposed to show myself to you, Xion," Naminé began, folding her hands in her lap, "But… I wanted to talk to you at least once before you make your decision." She smiled gently. "My name is Naminé. I have been putting Sora's memories together. Well, I have tried to."
Xion felt a strange surge in her stomach at the mention of the boy from her dreams. "…It is my fault you are unable to do it," Xion stated, voice low and a little apologetic.
Naminé didn't lose her smile. "The choice has to be your own, Xion. No one is going to force you to go back to Sora. I just want you to know that."
"I appreciate that, but… what kind of choice is it that I have? Roxas and I… we can't co-exist, can we?" Her voice turned almost pleading, as though she was hoping Naminé would give her a better answer, but the solemn look that came upon the blonde girl's face confirmed what Xion had already known. "And if I go back to Sora… everyone will forget me."
Naminé nodded. "If it'll make you feel any better… Sora will forget me too, once he wakes up. I was never a part of his real memories…" Saying it out loud she realised how much that hurt. Sora had said that he wanted them to be friends for real, but… "And I too have to go back, to be with someone."
"…Kairi?" Xion asked.
"Yes. DiZ says that I was never supposed to exist, that no Nobodies are…"
Xion looked down. "Then what does that say about my existence? I am not even a real Nobody, just a puppet…"
Xion was surprised when she suddenly felt warm hands clasp around her own and she looked up at the other girl, the look in the blonde's eyes filled with sympathy. She didn't say anything, didn't have to. They were so alike, Xion realised.
A puppet and a girl who was never supposed to exist. It fit and it was comforting.