"Not fair to me?" Zexion laughs only once, a throwaway toss of a sound that's like a self-effacing scoff. "I've already choked down my share of bitter unfairness, and I know I hardly deserve to see the light of another day?"
He can pretend to be appalled all he wants until eternity, for his abandonment at Castle Oblivion and Axel's betrayal, but the darker shadow of himself knew that it was a fate too long-evaded, and justly-deserved for chasing forbidden questions and following men of questionable morals... sometimes even steering them into the depths of their corruption. To be back in Radiant Garden and find it in a state of disarray, but not lost forever, seemed like a case of pearls before swine.
And wasn't he a mere piglet, when last they'd left it to spoil?
"(As if either of us knows what to do with such a gift.)" He murmurs dully, shoulders slumping as they loosen. Mention of how well Lea's been coping proves an unpleasant thing to swallow, and something sours thick like bile at the back of Zexion's throat. He swallows and fixes his Somebody with a harsher, withering look.
"But you didn't come here to talk about how well Lea's been doing, I should hope?"
"Why don't you look instead to the rumors of how Riku's grown?" Zexion suggests, infernally curious. "Or does that feel too much like you are betraying the hour of my own failings?"
"Frankly," He adds, extending his hand and motioning his Somebody nearer. "I should be the one apologizing to you." There's regret shadowing his eyes, for how much the body housing his heart has grown. Ienzo the boy had often desired to be someone older, someone taken seriously, treated like an equal in studies instead of a charity case, but it should not have taken a decade. Ienzo should never have stopped being in the first place.
"I have done you a tremendous disservice, in taking so very long. In losing our heart to dormancy for so many years. It's like having an atrophied muscle that's lost years of maturation. You fear yourself weaker than the others, because for you it was half a lifetime ago. You have to figure yourself out all over again, where the others have the luxury of practically picking up right where they left off."
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Date: 2015-09-01 08:22 pm (UTC)He can pretend to be appalled all he wants until eternity, for his abandonment at Castle Oblivion and Axel's betrayal, but the darker shadow of himself knew that it was a fate too long-evaded, and justly-deserved for chasing forbidden questions and following men of questionable morals... sometimes even steering them into the depths of their corruption. To be back in Radiant Garden and find it in a state of disarray, but not lost forever, seemed like a case of pearls before swine.
And wasn't he a mere piglet, when last they'd left it to spoil?
"(As if either of us knows what to do with such a gift.)" He murmurs dully, shoulders slumping as they loosen. Mention of how well Lea's been coping proves an unpleasant thing to swallow, and something sours thick like bile at the back of Zexion's throat. He swallows and fixes his Somebody with a harsher, withering look.
"But you didn't come here to talk about how well Lea's been doing, I should hope?"
"Why don't you look instead to the rumors of how Riku's grown?" Zexion suggests, infernally curious. "Or does that feel too much like you are betraying the hour of my own failings?"
"Frankly," He adds, extending his hand and motioning his Somebody nearer. "I should be the one apologizing to you." There's regret shadowing his eyes, for how much the body housing his heart has grown. Ienzo the boy had often desired to be someone older, someone taken seriously, treated like an equal in studies instead of a charity case, but it should not have taken a decade. Ienzo should never have stopped being in the first place.
"I have done you a tremendous disservice, in taking so very long. In losing our heart to dormancy for so many years. It's like having an atrophied muscle that's lost years of maturation. You fear yourself weaker than the others, because for you it was half a lifetime ago. You have to figure yourself out all over again, where the others have the luxury of practically picking up right where they left off."