[ Xion's free hand flings itself out and summons swirls of darkness to form and begin to coalesce around her. She feels it, her true self coming forward...
And the cloak and hood are off, revealing her armored self, no longer anything resembling a human, and her Keyblade has changed. That, and there's one in each hand, almost mirroring Shirou's stance, too.
See, Shirou? Just a monster, a puppet. You're helping nobody here.
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[ Xion's free hand flings itself out and summons swirls of darkness to form and begin to coalesce around her. She feels it, her true self coming forward...
And the cloak and hood are off, revealing her armored self, no longer anything resembling a human, and her Keyblade has changed. That, and there's one in each hand, almost mirroring Shirou's stance, too.
See, Shirou? Just a monster, a puppet. You're helping nobody here.
And in a small, but steady whisper: ]
I don't want to hurt them again.