Indeed, as he moves closer, the sound of clacking heels suddenly echo through the air. Emerging from the shadows is a female figure, with long hair, long boots and gloves, and a sailor-top and skirt, ribbons almost floating behind her. The brilliant golds of her ensemble are dulled, however, into shadows, greys and blacks and only, at best, lighter grays. And those eyes. Like smiling knives piercing whatever it sees.

She's familiar. That is the best that could perhaps be thought. It could even be on the tip of a tongue, the name of the person who looks so much like this dark figure. But the connection to who she might look like might not be so easy. It never was, when she was transformed.

After a moment, she moves her lips. He can't hear her; it doesn't matter. It's clear what she's saying from the movement of her lips.

Roxas...Roxas~