In a room of white in a mansion of ruin in a town of twilight, they sat on opposite sides of a long dinning table, bare save for the drawings scattered across the gleaming surface.
"Time is running out," said Naminé. "I'm afraid that DiZ won't wait for much longer."
"Just a little longer," requested Riku. "This is someone else's existence we're asking for. The least we can do is let her make the choice herself."
"I agree, but there really isn't an option, Riku." Naminé tugged on a lock of her hair. "I just wish there was some way to save her."
"So do I," confessed the keyblade wielder.
The witch watched Riku a moment before sof