...Xion. Okay. Thanks for helping me, Xion. [He repeats it quietly to himself, then slumps a little, sighing] And we were... friends in the Organization. [It's only because this has already happened that he's listening at all, even if it doesn't make sense: when he got his memories back, shouldn't Xion, if they were really friends, have been in there too? He doesn't remember a thing.]
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