Being with Namine comes almost as easily as being with Roxas does. There's always a warm feeling in her chest, a sense of serenity and rightness with the world... something she doesn't think other Nobody's understand. She folds her hands neatly on her lap, trying hard to copy the almost regal bearing of the girl across from her - failing, for she slouched just a little too much and the hands kept wanting to drum against her knees.
The question is not met with surprise.
She shakes head head, tucking a stubborn lock behind her ear and smiling. It... was hard. It was, she couldn't lie about that. It wasn't her world, it was his -- but worlds were meant to be shared. No world belonged to just one person, just as no heart belonged to it's owner alone.
"It's... a little hard, sometimes," she admits, but the smile doesn't fade. "Sometimes I see people he knows... and I want to call out to them, but I can't. I think... sometimes, they might even recognize him sometimes, when they see... when they see his face."
"But being there is wonderful, Namine. They aren't just his shores, or their shores. Those beaches, those trees and caves, they belong to everyone who goes there... and everyone who remembers them."
She rakes her fingers through her hair, trying and failing to get that wayward lock to stay put.
"... I only wish that we could all make new memories there."
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