More than being hurt though, neither one of them was allowed to die. They’d promised each other and, dream world or not, Xion wasn’t about to let that promise be broken yet.

When he changed direction, she let him take the lead, using the time to swipe at her face with her free hand. Like hugs, tears could wait for later. For now she needed to see clearly, lest something else take them by surprise. Once she was able to see better, she summoned her Keyblade in that same free hand, ready to use it to help fend off any enemies. Speaking of which...

“Which one’s closest?” Closest, or most likely to get in the way. With worked.