[ Being confronted with mortality is not what she would have expected at her first Thanksgiving dinner - had she had cause to expect that she'd have one at all - but here they are. More importantly, she's being confronted with Vivi being confronted with mortality, and she just doesn't feel quite right about that. Which is preposterous, really, considering the world they're both living in right now, but still.
Even through the comfortable haze of the food, Naminé feels a weird sense of responsibility, like she ought to say something, but... what is there to say, really? He seems to have learned the reality of the situation well enough without her input. Swallowing, she decides to let it go; perhaps that's the kindest choice.
Fortunately or otherwise, there's sufficient distraction in the form of the picture he paints. ]
Bigger... black mages?
[ It's not as though she hasn't noticed that Vivi, er, resembles certain entities. But surely he'd know the difference if they were Heartless, so... ]
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Even through the comfortable haze of the food, Naminé feels a weird sense of responsibility, like she ought to say something, but... what is there to say, really? He seems to have learned the reality of the situation well enough without her input. Swallowing, she decides to let it go; perhaps that's the kindest choice.
Fortunately or otherwise, there's sufficient distraction in the form of the picture he paints. ]
Bigger... black mages?
[ It's not as though she hasn't noticed that Vivi, er, resembles certain entities. But surely he'd know the difference if they were Heartless, so... ]
Have you ever met one of them before?