Time Cuts Cruelest of All [active]

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Character(s): Saïx and Ven
Content: A chance meeting
Setting: Out in the streets of the city
Time: Early Evening
Warnings: None (yet)

It should, Saïx had decided, be somewhat less of a requirement for the currently named Lord of the Castle to have to walk among the streets of the city. Of course, he would hardly mention this to Xemnas (one of the reasons he was out in the streets) and he did still have a wayward assassin that would need to be dealt with, but the more common folk of the city? He could hardly care less about them, and it was irritating to nearly the point of being infuriating to have to leave aside his usual cloak on account of what those same, inconsequential, people thought of those who wore it.

For now though, he was willing enough to bend to the whims of the people. Not willing, and the expression on his face was a good deal less then pleased, but he was wearing ordinary clothes. Not surprisingly, both his shirt and pants were blue. After all, he might at least go with the general theme. But that was all that he was willing to do. Xemnas' orders could force him out of his coat. They could not, however, actually force him to pay attention to people and thus, he wasn't.

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[moonlitnaught]

Why should he have felt anything? He hadn't the heart to care about much, these days. Isa might have cared, yes. But Isa was dead and gone. As for Ven's question, that he also cared little for. Who he was wasn't something to be shared lightly. There were too many secrets involved, too many things that were stepping far too close to the truth of the Organization. No, it was for the best that Ven not know what he truly was. He didn't need to share that to make sure the boy didn't poke his nose further into matters.

"No one you need to concern yourself with," he answered.