"We were about to ask you the same," says Ienzo, still feeling a little bit odd about talking to a memory (especially one that was likely from when he was either Zexion or dead), but managing to shake it off. He moves, one part to approach her and one part to get a clearer shot at the Dusk without risking hitting Perry. Once properly positioned, he sweeps the lot into the wall with another gust of wind.
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