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Posted: Mon Jan 09, 2012 5:30 pm

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Location: Somewhere
Mood: Fearful
Comrades: Others
Health: 100%
Energy: 100%
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2012 1:23 pm

Saix
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Saix watched as the girl seemed to absorb everything he said. Just the look of her eyes let him know that thoughts were swirling around her head at a mile a second. It would have caused him joy to see someone under such mental pressure but, the whole lacking a heart thing made those feelings foreign to him. Maybe if he had been like Axel and had been around Roxas more he could have felt like he was truly alive again but, sometimes fate didn't go as expected. 'Stop thinking, she's surely about to break down,' he thought feeling her shake slightly in what could have possibly been an attempt to escape or maybe just get into a more comfortable position.

Her question wasn't unexpected in this type of situation, of course she had the option to say no he couldn't deny her that but, no wasn't an acceptable option when his future heart would be on the line. Next came the cliche personal situation that came with this course of action. "If you say no, I wonder. Are you such a human that can put off the suffering of others," he asked his voice implying that she would just be like every other rotten human that stuck were inactive when it came to helping those they could. Humans, despite having once been one himself they were terrible existences. All of them, all of them were such selfish beings living only to please themselves while others suffered. The thought caused a crease to form on Saix's brow the strange hatred he had somehow created causing his face to become a frightening one.

The sight of tears in the young girl's eyes caused Saix's own face to soften into its normal blank stare that examined all the emotion happening around it but, not to it. Tears, such mystical things they could be shed in anger, sadness, happiness, fear, they were something universal and something that perplexed the Nobody. Reaching his free hand down he wiped the newest formed tear away from the girl's face and lifted the hand to his face to inspect the strange substance. "Amazing, that emotion could invoke such a reaction," he murmured dropping the hand back to his side as he listened to her sob-ridden request.

A trade. Not a horrible trade but, a trade that gave her a chance to escape. It was also a chance to hold what she loved hostage should she choose such a rebellious course of action. "I see. One cannot forget their past so easily. I'll accept these conditions but, you may not stray from my side until we return to the castle," he offered though it was really just a way for him to watch her and find out exactly who her parents and where her home world was. "If there's nothing else lets hurry along and let the young captain go about his business. I'd also like to get my heart back in a timely fashion," he said whispering the last sentence to himself.

In the corner a Corridor of Darkness opened up once more inviting who would enter it. Glancing down to the young girl and then to the captain Saix said, "It's best you don't try and follow us young captain, it's easy to lose one's self in the darkness." A slight smirk creaked across his empty face at the thought of the young captain trying to follow them and just ending up like Riku. "Now hurry along Princess and don't try and run away, or seeing your family will only become a dream," he explained his voice carrying a threatening tone at how serious it would be if she tried, even if she did get out the corridor on her own returning to her original self was certainly not guaranteed. "Oh and one last thing. Where are we going," he asked almost forgetting the crucial part of the deal they had made.

"Can you feel it, the moon's power?"

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