Lea had the good graces to look a bit chagrined when Roxas glanced his way. "Yeah, our argument was never about you, not that way," he told Xion. "Mostly it came down to me being an idiot when I should have just explained things, and Roxas calling me out on it. Didn't really realize it at the time, but you know, hindsight's 20-20 and everything."
"And the bullies were just a gang of local creeps," he told Roxas. "Xion could have knocked them all into next week if she'd half tried, but she was more worried about getting in trouble for hurting Somebodies than about them hurting her. I scared them enough that they're not likely to bother anyone for awhile, though." There was a bit of frustration evident there. Xion was willing to stand up for everyone but herself, protect everyone but herself, value everyone's safety but her own, it seemed.
But he crouched down again to rest a hand on Xion's trembling shoulder. "Roxas is right though, " he said. "Probably everyone would be able to see the real you now if you lowered your hood. Including Isa and including you yourself. Those bullies were lying because they were jerks and wanted to hurt you in any way they could."
"And honestly? Even if you looked like a drunk moogle in a pink tutu , you'd still be Xion, and you'd still be my best friend. I'll always be able to look at you. Because as corny as it sounds, appearances aren't what matter when you get right down to it; it's what's under the surface that counts."
"Though this goes right back to you convincing yourself that the worst is going to happen without much- if any- evidence to back it up," he said. "You just keep coming up with stuff to be afraid of to make yourself miserable and a lot of it could be pretty easily resolved if you'd just talk to us. You won't hurt us by letting us know something is bothering you. We're your friends; if something is bothering you we want to know so that we can help, and maybe work things out before they become a huge mess."
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"And the bullies were just a gang of local creeps," he told Roxas. "Xion could have knocked them all into next week if she'd half tried, but she was more worried about getting in trouble for hurting Somebodies than about them hurting her. I scared them enough that they're not likely to bother anyone for awhile, though." There was a bit of frustration evident there. Xion was willing to stand up for everyone but herself, protect everyone but herself, value everyone's safety but her own, it seemed.
But he crouched down again to rest a hand on Xion's trembling shoulder. "Roxas is right though, " he said. "Probably everyone would be able to see the real you now if you lowered your hood. Including Isa and including you yourself. Those bullies were lying because they were jerks and wanted to hurt you in any way they could."
"And honestly? Even if you looked like a drunk moogle in a pink tutu , you'd still be Xion, and you'd still be my best friend. I'll always be able to look at you. Because as corny as it sounds, appearances aren't what matter when you get right down to it; it's what's under the surface that counts."
"Though this goes right back to you convincing yourself that the worst is going to happen without much- if any- evidence to back it up," he said. "You just keep coming up with stuff to be afraid of to make yourself miserable and a lot of it could be pretty easily resolved if you'd just talk to us. You won't hurt us by letting us know something is bothering you. We're your friends; if something is bothering you we want to know so that we can help, and maybe work things out before they become a huge mess."