(Satisfied with Roxas' reply, Xemnas was already entertaining the prospect of meeting with the witch in the chamber housing crystal pods. The restoration of his memories might take longer than expected, though it was highly unlikely that any slowness in the process would be due to "leaked memories" gaining sentience through one of his past experiments.)
The circumstances warrant caution.
(Never had his sense of kinship been more evident than when he was in the company of Roxas, the bond too deep for formal titles. Nothing was more enduring than true connection -- both spiritual and emotional -- and theirs would be no exception to that. Nobodies expressed their emotions in a much more physical representation that was easier to relate to, so unconsciously the Superior wanted to prove that.
But then something was off with Roxas' face. His smile looked forced, far from genuine. Subtle shifts in facial expressions were never lost on him. As he exalted his capacity for attentiveness, Xemnas would never have guessed how little the boy thought of himself. Even as he and Ventus shared uncanny similarities, using him as a substitute was the furthest thing on his mind. It was true that once separated from the heart, the body looked for a burgeoning replacement every chance it got. The same couldn't be said for what was contained therein. That explained why Terra sought after Ventus rather than a Ventus-copy. As far as he was concerned, Xemnas had no interest in being drawn to anyone that wasn't . . . Roxas. Possibly their unbreakable connection accounted for it. A pity that he didn't vocalize it.)
So that leaves us with some spare time on our hands.
(He took barely a moment to decide, the only shift of thought a brief gleam in his golden eyes, and Xemnas bridged the gap between them. Though he gathered that such proximity was overwhelming for both of them, he also meant it to be . . . comforting, everything from the soft touch to Roxas' cheek to the gentle caress of his thumb across his cheek.)
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(Satisfied with Roxas' reply, Xemnas was already entertaining the prospect of meeting with the witch in the chamber housing crystal pods. The restoration of his memories might take longer than expected, though it was highly unlikely that any slowness in the process would be due to "leaked memories" gaining sentience through one of his past experiments.)
The circumstances warrant caution.
(Never had his sense of kinship been more evident than when he was in the company of Roxas, the bond too deep for formal titles. Nothing was more enduring than true connection -- both spiritual and emotional -- and theirs would be no exception to that. Nobodies expressed their emotions in a much more physical representation that was easier to relate to, so unconsciously the Superior wanted to prove that.
But then something was off with Roxas' face. His smile looked forced, far from genuine. Subtle shifts in facial expressions were never lost on him. As he exalted his capacity for attentiveness, Xemnas would never have guessed how little the boy thought of himself. Even as he and Ventus shared uncanny similarities, using him as a substitute was the furthest thing on his mind. It was true that once separated from the heart, the body looked for a burgeoning replacement every chance it got. The same couldn't be said for what was contained therein. That explained why Terra sought after Ventus rather than a Ventus-copy. As far as he was concerned, Xemnas had no interest in being drawn to anyone that wasn't . . . Roxas. Possibly their unbreakable connection accounted for it. A pity that he didn't vocalize it.)
So that leaves us with some spare time on our hands.
(He took barely a moment to decide, the only shift of thought a brief gleam in his golden eyes, and Xemnas bridged the gap between them. Though he gathered that such proximity was overwhelming for both of them, he also meant it to be . . . comforting, everything from the soft touch to Roxas' cheek to the gentle caress of his thumb across his cheek.)
What would you like to do?