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... It's waxing crescent again.

[That's what he mutters after a while. The camera's facing what looks to be the horizon over the island and floating not too low in the sky is the moon, just a small, sharp sliver of bright white.

For those who recognize the voice, it's undoubtedly Saix speaking, but there's something different about it all the same. It sounds... almost mesmerized, as if he's not quite all there. That's because whoever's been stuck inside of this body can't quite control it yet and thanks to the moon's power, far away or as different as it is from the one back home, Axel can barely focus his mind and body on anything else.

Originally he had intended for this to be a normal video. He wanted to address the rest of the dome the way he used to when he was in his regular body. Maybe if he tossed out a joke or two he would feels better... but he finds that he can't. Not like this.

Something tugs at his chest and off to the side Axel brings a hand to his face, covering his eyes. He doesn't like this... feeling so out of power. After a moment, he speaks up again, his voice slightly grating.]

Someone tell me... How do you know if you have a heart?

And is it worth all the trouble it gives?

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Who's clothing?

[He can't help it. He starts to laugh to himself on his end.]

Let's just say that Sora might be slightly upset with you come Monday morning.

[...]

That's going overboard.

Even with whatever is wrong with your body, I refuse to regret anything. It was fun. Isn't that what you're always telling me I should have?

That's generally not the kind of thing normal people would call fun.

Sora probably needed those clothes, you idiot.

We stopped being normal a long time ago.

That isn't my problem. Besides, Anya decided to get him new ones. I'm sure her taste is much better.

[Axel feels a twinge of something when he reads those words, so it takes him a while to reply without smashing his SFC to pieces. Dammit...]

It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. Those belonged to Sora and no one else, so you had no right to take them and burn them.

I just said I don't care!

[And there goes that pleasant giddy feeling which had coursed through his body and made him feel light. Feeling himself lose that 'emotion' just makes him all the more aggravated, a loop of negativity.]

I'm glad it might cause trouble for him! I'd do worse if I could, I'd destroy his whole home if I could get away with it! I'd destroy him! I hate him. I hate him for ruining everything I worked so hard for. I hate him for getting to see you die. I hate him for spawning the Nobody that destroyed the promise we made to each other I hate him for being able to live so ignorantly i hate him for getting his home back i hate everything about himasdfa
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[Don't mind that. He just threw the SFC at the wall and might have set a few more things on fire. It's all good.]

[... Well, that certainly is a lot to take in.

Axel doesn't respond since he sincerely doubts Saix would even reply back, not with how he's reacting at the moment. It's interesting, if he's being truthful, to see how his own body has affected the other so strangely, and in some dark recess of his mind he thinks he should be laughing about this. After all, when was the last time he's ever seen Saix genuinely mad or happy like this? Even if it might not be real... Ngh. He just doesn't know anymore.

Scowling on his end, he decides to type out one last thing even if the other won't text him back at all.]

Get over it.

[The funny thing is... Half of that only came just now, the moment he started to think more and more about it. In his own body, before all of this, it had been simple enough. Sora ruined his plans and killed him. That was enough to want the boy dead, or miserable. Who wouldn't hate the one that killed them?]

[But thinking about it all now, and he suddenly realizes that there's just so much to hate about him. Every little bit of him is wretched and mocking. There's something more than bitter venomous hatred, too. Saix can't tell what that is. He's not sure he wants to know.]

[Half an hour and the use of a fire extinguisher later, and Axel will finally get a response.]

Rot and burn.

Already did once. Not really in the mood for it again.

It's a shame you couldn't see it, right?

[It feels easier to make these kind of comments without those emotions holding him back.]