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Challenge Post
Challenge: [122] Forgiveness
Title: Accusations
Word Count: 331
Spoilers: Pre-KH2
Rating/Warnings: PG
Notes: Post-Radiant Garden destruction, beginning of the Organization. Some Xehanort madness and in-fighting.
He sees them looking.
He notices every darting glance. Knows those furtive, half-hidden glares.
Looks shared, perhaps the same idea flickering behind different eyes. Where everyone is thinking alike but won’t voice it -- not dare to voice it -- not unless someone else does first. And because they are all uncertain of the other’s intentions no one will.
It’s their silence that damns them, just as it damned their actions. No accusations are given without proof. No one can accuse one without accusing the other in turn.
Zexion -- how long ago was it that he was known as Iezno -- came very close to a confrontation once. He had strode boldly to Xemnas -- once Xehanort and before that…? -- a finger pointed accusingly at his Superior’s chest, words forming, and then gaping silence.
Xemnas wondered, steadily regarding Zexion’s back in a hurried retreat, what would have been said.
Conversation stopped whenever Xemnas came upon them. Early on they knew to have someone watching when they held their private council. A conspiratorial group -- how like before in those days -- perhaps to depose their new leader? Xemnas always smiled at them, making certain they knew he wouldn’t tolerate anything of the sort. And anybody who might have even the smallest chance of inciting a rebellion was shown his place quickly.
When Xigbar wiped the blood from his mouth, spitting a gob of phlegm at Xemnas’ feet, the sniper only laughed. Another scar added onto the others. “You know you miserable bastard, everythin’ might be a little less tense around here if you just apologized.”
“For whatever reason? And what would that accomplish?”
Xemnas perched, safe and aloof on his throne, looking at the others as a deity looks on at his creations. Specimens to be used to further his goal, discarded when no longer needed.
He will never ask them for their forgiveness. Why should he? It hadn’t been his fault, never!
They followed him willingly, eagerly into that yawning Darkness.
There was nothing for them to forgive.
Title: Accusations
Word Count: 331
Spoilers: Pre-KH2
Rating/Warnings: PG
Notes: Post-Radiant Garden destruction, beginning of the Organization. Some Xehanort madness and in-fighting.
He sees them looking.
He notices every darting glance. Knows those furtive, half-hidden glares.
Looks shared, perhaps the same idea flickering behind different eyes. Where everyone is thinking alike but won’t voice it -- not dare to voice it -- not unless someone else does first. And because they are all uncertain of the other’s intentions no one will.
It’s their silence that damns them, just as it damned their actions. No accusations are given without proof. No one can accuse one without accusing the other in turn.
Zexion -- how long ago was it that he was known as Iezno -- came very close to a confrontation once. He had strode boldly to Xemnas -- once Xehanort and before that…? -- a finger pointed accusingly at his Superior’s chest, words forming, and then gaping silence.
Xemnas wondered, steadily regarding Zexion’s back in a hurried retreat, what would have been said.
Conversation stopped whenever Xemnas came upon them. Early on they knew to have someone watching when they held their private council. A conspiratorial group -- how like before in those days -- perhaps to depose their new leader? Xemnas always smiled at them, making certain they knew he wouldn’t tolerate anything of the sort. And anybody who might have even the smallest chance of inciting a rebellion was shown his place quickly.
When Xigbar wiped the blood from his mouth, spitting a gob of phlegm at Xemnas’ feet, the sniper only laughed. Another scar added onto the others. “You know you miserable bastard, everythin’ might be a little less tense around here if you just apologized.”
“For whatever reason? And what would that accomplish?”
Xemnas perched, safe and aloof on his throne, looking at the others as a deity looks on at his creations. Specimens to be used to further his goal, discarded when no longer needed.
He will never ask them for their forgiveness. Why should he? It hadn’t been his fault, never!
They followed him willingly, eagerly into that yawning Darkness.
There was nothing for them to forgive.