Now what was she talking about? He didn’t know her, he didn’t know who Roxas was, and unless she could get him back to the Graveyard he didn’t need or want her help.
He shook his head again. “No,” he muttered. “Who…?”
Who? Did he really not recognize her? She couldn’t have seen him that long ago -- “It’s me? Ventus?” Something was clearly wrong here. Crossing her arm, Ven stepped close, trying to corner him in the hall as she moved, scowling. “I introduced myself to you awhile ago, remember? And you were kinda a jerk about it?”





