Apparantly she understood what kind of a position she was in and spared her the pain, agony, and trouble of helping her up. Larxene's hands were limp at her sides as she spoke, her face not changing all the while.
"...I'm Larxene," she began, "the twelfth Order."
Larxene's words finished and she waited as the woman introduced herself. I'm Ashe she had said, and that Zexion, her friend, she believed had sent--
Wait. What. The. Fuck?
Larxene cut her own thoughts off as soon as the words "Zexion", "friend", and "sent her" were calculated. "Zexion sent you here? He actually sent help? I thought he just ran off. I guess the bastard's not as cold and uncaring as I had originally thought," she said, trying her best to hide the surprise that was begging to show itself on her face.
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"...I'm Larxene," she began, "the twelfth Order."
Larxene's words finished and she waited as the woman introduced herself.
I'm Ashe she had said, and that Zexion, her friend, she believed had sent--
Wait. What. The. Fuck?
Larxene cut her own thoughts off as soon as the words "Zexion", "friend", and "sent her" were calculated. "Zexion sent you here? He actually sent help? I thought he just ran off. I guess the bastard's not as cold and uncaring as I had originally thought," she said, trying her best to hide the surprise that was begging to show itself on her face.
~ XII