As far as battles of words went, Xion was an amateur even worse than him. His words cut deep into her chest, twisting and rending. Her stomach sank down to her knees and she fought the urge to cry. Oh, how she wanted to. Nothing would feel better than to just break down in tears.

"N-No...that's not true..." she whimpered, holding her hands on her head. Her fingers curled into her hair, tugging on it as if the pain would bring her back to reality. "I'm not just a doll...you, Saïx, Xemnas...it's all lies."

Subconsciously her hand again moved to her breast, where a normal person might feel a heartbeat. As was common all the other times she'd made the gesture, there was only stillness in her chest. Warmth, but no sign of life.

She nearly lost it as hot tears strolled down her cheeks. Xion laughed shakily.

"S-See...I'm more than a puppet. How can I cry if...if I'm not..."