It was odd, Saïx had to admit, to find someone breaking down quite so spectacularly upon finding themselves in another world. True, he was certainly aware that more people than not seemed to have matters that they 'couldn't' be separated from, or things they still had left to do. But something like this was a far cry even from that norm. True, he didn't know the cause. He wasn't even sure he wanted to. The details were irrelevant when there was an already wounded heart there, a fragile and desperate thing that would surely be looking to find something to hold on to in this world.

Perhaps later he'd need to mention the case to those who might better know what to do with such things, but he wasn't going to simply ignore matters, when he had already been doing his best to blend in with the other people at the gate. True, there was nothing he could do about either the color of his hair or the scar across the bridge of his nose, but he'd set aside the coat of the Organization, as well as the blacks that usually went with it, replacing them instead with dark blues and greys.

"Are they that important to you?"