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"…How's he holding up?"
A small blonde stood lingering in a near-empty space of white nothingness, letting the words sink in as she fumbled for an answer. The egg-like containment chamber she guarded with her stare provided no evidence to suggest anything had changed since the inquiry was last spoken. Its subject, who floated with his eyes shut tight, did not seem to have healed. Time stood as it did almost a year ago in this room, with the exception of the boy's natural pubertal growth, and it worried his protectors. The fact that they could not see any progress gave a hinder on their efforts, and it could very well be that they were on the wrong path altogether, or almost to the fully healed stage. There was essentially no way of knowing. They both knew this by now. The question this man asked was but an awkward greeting. The one thing this petite, yellow-haired witch and this strong but darkened hero shared were their efforts in bringing this boy back to life. For the most part, this was the understanding, though the two did share more traits than they cared to acknowledge. But in this awkward air, each stayed in his or her own world, preferring the sanctity of their lone selves over opening up to an almost complete stranger.
The only conscious male in the room saw his question go unanswered and gravitated toward the chamber that safe-housed his friend, not looking at his female companion as her head moved slightly to watch him. She wondered how he could move about so easily when he deliberately kept his eyes covered with cloth, though she could not muster up the courage to ask why he chose to do so. He felt her stare upon him, but it could not sway his attention from the preserved child before him, a boy who he had once played with carefree, who shared his ambitions and his energy. There was a time where he would catch this friend asleep on the sandy banks of their island home, and he would observe such an innocent and relaxed expression on his face, as the one the boy carries now, in his new slumber.
"Hmph. Funny how Sora can be at such peace when he doesn't know what trouble we're going through for him."
He smirked at his own flat humor, the only thing keeping him sane during his quest to repair this boy he had unintentionally broken. She watched his head turn to her, and for a hair of a second, she had forgotten his pupils were covered, as they felt as though they were piercing hers with such intensity as she'd never known. His gentle smile relaxed her and she felt more at ease, a rare moment between two companions worked to the bone repairing a mutual friend's broken heart. A heart they both ruined in their own way and time. A heart they shared the blame for shattering.
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