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[ There is a Larxene crouched in this room, the left side of his mouth smeared with blood, gripping locks of silver hair tightly between his gloved fingers. The smell of charred flesh and burnt rubber hangs thick in the air, visible in the hazy grey smoke. It comes from the impact of lightning on skin and armor and bone, shorting out nerves and numbing limbs and blackening the natural wooden floor to a large dark smear.

The replica sprawled across that blackened floor is female, and currently unconscious, but it's obvious she's taken the brunt of whatever bad mood he's in. Her head (and most of her torso) has been lifted off the floor by her hair.

He is not smiling. In fact, his face looks pretty blank for someone usually so expressive when causing others pain. ]

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That's right. Blame someone else now that you're useless.

[He scatters some weaker thunder spells around her.]

But I didn't!

[the thunder spells are making her incredibly jumpy.]

[That's what he's aiming for.]

Then you must not be strong enough to keep it.

[and that hits right home, making her mouth click shut as she looks down, tense. yeah, that's what she's been thinking.]

[He waits a beat for that to sink in, sounding amazed.]

And you know it.

[she looks back up, opening her mouth to argue- but can't seem to get anything out. she can't think of an argument, because he's right.]

That's right, Sora. You're really not strong enough to carry the keyblade. And now you're just useless. Don't worry, I'm sure if you ever go back to your world they'll find someone capable.

Shut up! I'm not useless!

Yes you are.

[He punctuates each word with a little move of his hand, and the last one has electricity crackling across his glove.]

What are you going to do now to protect everyone?

I-I'll think... of something...

[though nothing comes to mind now, which is what she really needs.]

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