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| [Sometimes, looking back, he wondered why he had stopped them from properly murdering Sora that time.
He remembered being tired of revenge ploys, and from trying to feel hatred so hard.
But that was still not an excuse.
He had no sympathy for that man, none at all. Or so he liked to think.
He liked to think that it happened because he was disgusted by the idea of Sora managing to worm his way into his heart again. Or whatever was left of it.
But he really wasn't.
Still, it was all pointless thoughts that would change nothing. Sora was fortunately too busy trying to fix whatever was left of himself and whatever was left of the man who was not quite Xehanort.
And Ienzo was too busy trying to fix all the damaged people around him. At least they could be fixed.
So he was fine.
Right?]
[OOC: SO, it's the first time they meet since Ienzo stopped everyone from murdering Sora? I'LL BE USING ALL MY ZEXION/IENZOS ACCOUNTSES. COME AT ME, TSU XD] | |
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| When he wasn't busy founding religions or playing with his kids, Malaika loved visiting his friends.
He normally wasn't the kind of person who would randomly pop up uninvited, but it was really difficult to send visit letters or announcements when one lived in a different world, so popping up and politely knocking was the best thing.
It wasn't as if the dreams would tell him anything that he couldn't already see, wasn't it?
So he popped up from time to time and knocked.
Knock, knock.
And waited. Because hey, he didn't want to interrupt any pervy dreams or anything.
Malaika was all politeness, after all. | |
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