Zexion’s point of view:
I knelt next to her and brushed the wet hair out of her face. “Marx-” she started coughing so I sat her up and held her in an upright position. She coughed up more water than I could have imaged. “Marxie.” I whispered. She looked at me with wet scared eyes. “I saw him…” she whispered. I looked at her confused. “I saw Riku… he’s alive…” she whispered.
