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[croceamors]

[...There is something wrong with his body.]

[Saix really doesn't want to admit it, because that would make Axel right, but it's simply fact that he realizes once he's back in his own body instead of stuck in Axel's. It reminded him of what it felt like to be Isa a little bit, and it also reminded him of how it had felt when he had first joined the Organization. How he is now is... different. It's the Darkness. It feels thicker, like a heavy fog. He knows he's done some horrible things in the name of his goal, but never cared because the end justified the means. Still, this almost feels like too much.]

[Saix spends the day trying to convince himself that he's just letting himself fall into the same delusional trap that Axel has, but in the end, he has to know.]

[So you'll be seeing this guy on the SFC today, looking as calm and apathetic as ever.]

I'm curious, but are there any in Vatheon who are knowledgeable in the spiritual heart of a person? Perhaps the better, more general word would be 'soul'.

[A body, a mind, and a 'heart'- that's what makes a person, isn't it? But take away the 'heart', have it be lost to Heartless, and you're left with a body and a mind. A Nobody...]

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[croceamors]

Really.

[flared]

... Just a few pages.

[WHICH MAY OR MAY NOT BE ALL THE PAGES YOU'VE WRITTEN IN.]

[croceamors]

So all of it.

[flared]

... Maybe.

[He runs a hand through his hair, trying to be as calm and nonchalant about this as possible.]

[croceamors]

There's no 'maybe' about it, I know for a fact that you did now.

You aren't getting the frisbee back. [He wasn't going to anyway, but now he's just making it bluntly obvious.]

[flared]

[He looks back towards the SFC, looking a bit sheepish at first, but then he goes right back to frowning.]

You didn't answer my question yet.

Why did you take it anyway?

[croceamors]

If I answer, will you quit bothering me?

[flared]

I might.

[In other words: no.]

[croceamors]

That isn't a good enough answer. You always back out when it concerns 'maybes'.

[flared]

[Now he makes sure not to look away when he says it, even if it's a lie,]

Fine. Yes.

[croceamors]

[There's a suspicious narrow of his eyes. Hmph... He still doesn't trust him.]

I just had an urge. It's difficult to describe.

[flared]

An urge?

[What's that supposed to mean? He tilts his head.]

What, an urge to steal something?

[croceamors]

...Yes.

[Let's go with that.]

You actually possess the heart of a kleptomaniac, Axel.

[flared]

[Axel scoffs.]

Liar.

[Stealing urges. What the hell, man. That shit ain't real.]

[croceamors]

I'm not lying. I did simply have an urge.

[Not a stealing urge, but an urge nonetheless.]

[flared]

Yeah, an urge for what? Out of all the things I have, you take that. And not even the other one.

[You are so weird.]

[croceamors]

[Like you can talk about weirdness.]

...I thought about that, as a matter of fact. It just didn't- feel right.

[flared]

[That response makes him pause, the look on his face one of slight surprise. It didn't feel right? Why?]

Then why the frisbees? Why not something else?

[croceamors]

I suppose because they caught my attention first.

[Amongst, possibly, other things.]

[flared]

They were tucked away in my closet.

[How could you not want to take something else?]

[croceamors]

You mean the closet that I had to open to find clothes to put on myself? Yes, what an excellent hiding place.

[flared]

[... Ew. You undressing his own body and putting clothes on it. Axel's not so sure he likes this image, even if he has a nice bod.]

So why not just take some clothes? You would've seen those first!

[He smears both hands down his face. UGH.]

Whatever. Fine. Keep it for whatever weird and obsessive reason you have.

[croceamors]

Why would I take your clothes? They don't even fit my body.

[Yes, excellent.]

I was already planning to.

[flared]

And that frisbee doesn't even fit your personality.

[croceamors]

I don't think it fits yours anymore either.