[her hesitance, speaking out to him and speaking of friends... yes. this was what he wanted to see. this was what he knew laid beneath the surface. now he knew that if he just killed her outright that he wasn't going to forgive himself. wasn't it a wonderful feeling? a blissful idea to save her and have ler live long enough to make it up to the others? this was a coward's way out. if she were truly a twisted individual who just didn't care... if she had control before, had a way out if only temporarily...

she didn't deserve to die. he knew for a fact now. he would never waver]

You're wrong. If you continue to live after all of this, then you can make it up to them. I won't let you throw away your life just because you can't see a way out.

I'm going to help you. And that's all there is to it.

[and yes, he's saying all of this even as Xion is charging up another Ragnarok. he knows that he'll die if she launches another one. or at least he'll be immobilized. even now he's trying his hardest not to fall over, bones threatening to break on him from pushing himself too hard. but he always did this... surely this body, this will... it was made out of swords]

Besides... I want to get to know the person beneath the armor. [is that a smile on his face? yes, yes it is. he's still pissed at her for the way she was thinking, but it was the little things he could give to her. it was far too soon to give up. he'd never give up]