"That's what you were considered by your mother, were you not?" he replied with another brief gesture, before pacing a few steps around the lion, but remaining out of his reach.

"Hand picked by Scar to take his place?" Marluxia continued, blue gaze resting calmly on the one below him, "One with the same, dark heart as he had..."

He smiled a little, although it could hardly be called a real smile - it was empty. "This sounds familiar, surely?"