"Ah," there's an elegant, oily blackness that clings to Zexion's voice, persuasive as it is a little scathing, here. He reaches to curl his leather-clad fingers around the consoling touch of Ienzo's bare hand. "How swiftly we settle right back into our beloved pastime, shifting the blame around."
"Yes, everyone else is very keen on making an enemy of Xehanort now, aren't they?" There's a flare to his nostrils that seems to suggest disgust, even as his second hand reaches for Ienzo's shoulder, drawing him closer, closer, leaning forward until their bangs are nearly brushing and his voice can shrink even softer in the space between without losing its tarry, silver-sharp bite. "As though they never made their own decisions. Deluding themselves with the notion that they are less culpable, somehow, now that his aims have been laid out clearly. It's a comfortable lie they'll continue to tell themselves as they try to reclaim your light for you, that were too young to possibly comprehend what you were doing."
"But it doesn't sit right with you, does it?" The hand at Ienzo's shoulder slips up the side of his neck, tracing behind the shell of his ear in a gesture that seems to mock affection, then feathers down, fingers spread, to rest fingertips over his chest. "Because you know the truth in your heart."
"He delighted you, once." Zexion murmurs gravely, more with more rueful sympathy than one might expect out of a Nobody. "In fascination, you would have followed him to the outer limits of the stars. Your heart aligned itself right within his thrall, and who knows for how many years thereafter, His heartless possessed it?"
"And now you begin to question, in the quiet, when you are left alone with your thoughts, that if you dared to allow your heart to take the reins again and guide you, could the same mistake be made twice?"
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Date: 2015-09-01 09:37 pm (UTC)"Yes, everyone else is very keen on making an enemy of Xehanort now, aren't they?" There's a flare to his nostrils that seems to suggest disgust, even as his second hand reaches for Ienzo's shoulder, drawing him closer, closer, leaning forward until their bangs are nearly brushing and his voice can shrink even softer in the space between without losing its tarry, silver-sharp bite. "As though they never made their own decisions. Deluding themselves with the notion that they are less culpable, somehow, now that his aims have been laid out clearly. It's a comfortable lie they'll continue to tell themselves as they try to reclaim your light for you, that were too young to possibly comprehend what you were doing."
"But it doesn't sit right with you, does it?" The hand at Ienzo's shoulder slips up the side of his neck, tracing behind the shell of his ear in a gesture that seems to mock affection, then feathers down, fingers spread, to rest fingertips over his chest. "Because you know the truth in your heart."
"He delighted you, once." Zexion murmurs gravely, more with more rueful sympathy than one might expect out of a Nobody. "In fascination, you would have followed him to the outer limits of the stars. Your heart aligned itself right within his thrall, and who knows for how many years thereafter, His heartless possessed it?"
"And now you begin to question, in the quiet, when you are left alone with your thoughts, that if you dared to allow your heart to take the reins again and guide you, could the same mistake be made twice?"