Everything is blinding white. It hurts her eyes. She's even dressed in it (and this dress is not hers, is it?). Hands covered by (familiar) black gloves manhandle her. There's a woman laughing, smirking, glaring. There are impassive faces. Commands. Obedience. Whispers of treachery. Whispers of "Don't you want to be real?" Whispers of "Witch, witch, witch."
There's a disobedience and she gets smacked, practically across the room.
Kairi wakes startled, in a cold sweat. This isn't the first time she's had dreams like these, but they're always horrible.
Again not for the first time, Naminé's voice whispers in her mind. "Sorry."
"You don't have to apologize", Kairi murmurs out loud. "It's okay. It's over now. You're safe now."
"I know", Naminé says.