[He keeps trying. He goes through three more sets of compressions and breathing before he finally starts to see how pointless it is. When he finishes the fourth round of compressions, he simply stops. His hand remains on her chest, just beneath where her heart should be. His eyes search her still face for any signs of movement or life but he knows there won't be. Deep down, he knows she's gone.
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He sits back, letting his hands drop to his sides. He says nothing for a long time, simply staring at Naminé's body. Eventually, he turns to look at Xion. There are no tears and he's calm, but his composure is rapidly breaking.]
I'm sorry, Xion.