And yet for all of Zexion's protests and all his pretty words, Ienzo still had doubts. Not of his intentions, but of his motives. The touch is gentle, reassuring. He doesn't pull away. "That's what you want for me," he said quietly in response. "My question wasn't about me. What do you want for you?"
He reaches up, fingertips laying over where the Nobody's heart would be. He turns his head, looking at Zexion, blue eyes betraying his concern.
"Someone without a heart can't feel fear. You did. That wasn't my influence. It was you."
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Date: 2015-09-18 06:32 pm (UTC)He reaches up, fingertips laying over where the Nobody's heart would be. He turns his head, looking at Zexion, blue eyes betraying his concern.
"Someone without a heart can't feel fear. You did. That wasn't my influence. It was you."