Xemnas stood waiting in a room of white, solid walls. The only way to enter or leave was by portal - no doors, no windows. A fitting room, as always, for when members of Organization XIII got in in their minds that they could stray away, as if there was something better for them. As if they could accomplish their goals, without him.
No, that was foolish. They would always need Organization XIII. Always; all of them.
Xemnas doesn't turn when he hears - and feels - the portal rise up behind him. Good, he thinks. There was still hope for Marluxia, after all. He had been wary that Number XI would not show, which of course, was hardly the wisest of decisions.
He moves slowly to face them, rising his head up a notch and regarding the pair, noticing small differences to Number XII. What had facilitated the change? Was it really an illusion, as Number XI suggested?
He would have his answers.
"Good, Number XI. That is all," he says, a swift dismissal to the Assassin.
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No, that was foolish. They would always need Organization XIII. Always; all of them.
Xemnas doesn't turn when he hears - and feels - the portal rise up behind him. Good, he thinks. There was still hope for Marluxia, after all. He had been wary that Number XI would not show, which of course, was hardly the wisest of decisions.
He moves slowly to face them, rising his head up a notch and regarding the pair, noticing small differences to Number XII. What had facilitated the change? Was it really an illusion, as Number XI suggested?
He would have his answers.
"Good, Number XI. That is all," he says, a swift dismissal to the Assassin.