Sitting silently as everyone else discussed their plans, their hopes, their wants to find Alias, their worries for what might happen. She stayed quiet, not saying any more than she already had, feeling as though this wasn't her subject to be a part of. Her thoughts turned inward, as everyone else faded away into muffled noise, and eventually silence. 

She had been told more today than she had known since she woke up on that island. And yet, she felt that she had more unanswered questions than ever. While before she wanted to know who she was, and where she was from... now she had the answers to those questions, and that meant nothing. 

She was a Princess? Princess of what, of where. Camelot? Where was that, what was it like? How could she be royalty of a place she couldn't even remember. Loss of memory or no, surely something should have come back to her by now. 

By time she came to from her own thoughts, the room had gone completely quiet, and not just because she was zoning out. She was the last one awake, at least for the moment. She had just been sitting in a corner, but now she pulled herself up, and quietly walked out. Not to leave, not exactly, but to a door leading to the balcony. 

Going out and shutting the door behind her, the town was just as quiet, but in its own different, natural way. with her back to the wall she slid down, slumping into a corner, and stared at the lights still lighting up the sky. A city of people who had lost their homes, refugees fleeing the darkness as it consumed everything in its past. People who had nowhere to go, no more place to call home. And here she was, a supposed Princess, and no different than any of them. No home, no place to belong. She wasn't sure what she should do. She didn't have a keyblade, and despite being told she was once some powerful magic user, helping others in just one fight had exhausted her. Did they really need what amounted to a novice mage accompanying any of them? She didn't have one of those Keyblades. Was it really any of her business to fight the Heartless? Or would she just end up getting in the way.

She thought to the words she said earlier, about how they would all face the darkness together. But was it just empty words, meant to spur them on in the moment? Thinking back even further, she thought about the statue she saw. Lancelot. Something about it felt so familiar, the name, the armor, the face... it probably wasn't a perfect replica, but it still felt like someone she knew... it almost brought back memories... almost. 

But sitting there, with no past, an uncertain future, she leaned her head on the railing, putting her arms around her knees, she closed her eyes, and eventually fell asleep. And all she dreamed of, was a large room filled with a bright white light, a field of white flowers around a gravestone sitting beneath a tree... and snow, falling and covering everything around her. A dream of nothing that she would understand when she woke. The same as all the rest.