Maybe she would have left him behind. Maybe she wouldn't have. It was really hard to say- but his inkling that she would have rushed off like that if she hadn't been stopped, well. That wasn't really a stretch of the imagination. For the time being though, all she could seem to do- at least at first -was stand there and stare. Because this couldn't be happening. It couldn't be this all over again. It would have been different if circumstances weren't as they were, but she could feel it and-

Then his hand came upon her shoulder. And at that, her breath hitched- but then she was ducking out of his reach. Because she couldn't just accept this. Couldn't allow something like this. It was their- This wasn't- Her arm outstretched to her side as she reached for her keyblade, her stomach twisting in knots as there seemed to be an alien strain from this motion. Somehow, it was more difficult to focus on it, will it. Her head was pounding, her mind frazzled by this development. She had begun calling it again easily enough back in Haven so-

Her fist clenched tight and she was rushing over then, the development of searing flames holding to the hand she had previously used to try and summon her key. Instead, she was finding herself rashly taking to the pile of rubble. If there wasn't a way, she would make one. Fire spell after fire spell. Of course, she wasn't minding the matter of the bottom of it probably wasn't the best place to start. Nor the fact that it would probably take weeks for someone to do it with their bare hands. But that didn't seem like it was going to stop her anytime son.