Instantly Roxas knows that she remembers all of it, right up until the end. It's not from anything she specifically says—Namine could have said that to her almost anytime, and they've seen hundreds of sunsets together, all of them beautiful. The one she just mentioned could be any of them.

It isn't.

He swallows hard and doesn't meet either of their eyes. "I don't want to talk about that."

The brief time between when Xion literally slipped from his grasp and when he met Riku again doesn't matter to anyone but himself and maybe her, later, if he can open up that part of him. He wouldn't to anyone else; maybe not even Sora.

"I saw you at outside the castle a little while later," he says after a moment, folding his arms. "And you know the rest."

But Xion doesn't, he realizes. She can't. And it's not going to be easy filling her in.