run til we leave this behind

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[There's a Roxas sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall wearily. His face is covered with scratch marks and half of his coat is almost shredded, and even more disturbing, he's half covered in blood. He's holding his stomach in one hand, wincing, and the other...

...well, if anyone would venture to even pry his other bloodied hand, they'll see it contains an eyeball. He has a blank expression on his face aside from the wincing though, and despite the fact that he looked like he showered in blood, seems to be fine.]

[ooc: look on the bright side. he didn't eat Saix's eye. :/]

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And you. My regards to VIII, when he finally shows up to collect the thing in your chest. He and I have such a variety of things to discuss.

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After he stops crying to his "Superior".

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...Axel?

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[looking bored already]

Are you really this dull to talk with? IX is more fun to be with around.

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I wouldn't know, would I? The people around me always seem to end up dead before they can communicate their impressions.

[ sweetly ]

When the Organization runs into... petulant members with curiosities like yours and certain ambitions, Superior makes sure they end up with a heart decoy. Vexen put together a large set of tracking and recording devices that can pass on for hearts very easily. As you can imagine because that is something even you can do, these members are under constant suspicion of treason. It's only fitting to have them watched, and what better than... from the inside?

[ lies with a smile ]

Axel will come for it, I imagine. And when he does, you will tell him that Marluxia has a word or two for him. I'll take that as my boon.

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Right, riiiight.

[believes every word of this. no really. so much. he trusts Axel more than Marluxia, actually.]

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As long as you convey my message, it doesn't matter what you believe. You're not particularly useful to me, so saving you doesn't yield any benefits.

Besides...

[ peels himself from the wall, walking away ]

...you really should mind your manners.

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And like I said, you don't deserve them.