Once upon a time, Zexion narrates from a thick tome. Naminé doesn't think it's a storybook, and neither is the story particularly nice- some dreary piece about fallen angels and striving back towards…

She barely catches Zexion tripping up on existence, barely pictures them covered in death-dust and the story makes a little sense even if it probably wasn't meant in this way at all. And Naminé, before reeling in after the fact-

"It's us, isn't it?"

He holds her in his gaze, pondering the question before sealing the book and murmuring-

"Not you at all. Maybe, you didn't even fall."

-then leaves, cloaked in darkness and the after-image of a lukewarm smile.