Stranger in a Strange Land

[Fate]

Fickle Honesty

The Nobody shook his head to this, somewhat disappointed. "You would rather save your own skin and let a whole world die than give up your heart for the sake of others. And here I thought you were different than the Heartless." Whether his comment went heard or not was not important to Zexion; he was merely musing after all. It was almost amusing how fickle those with hearts could be and how easily they changed.

There was nothing left in Twilight Town for him now. Without a second's hesitation, he created a Corridor of Darkness behind him. When he met Raen again, for things always seemed to happen that way, he would have to see which side he chose. Zexion did not intend to make enemies with anyone; he was a planner, not a fighter. However, one thing had been established throughout this small discussion; not once did Raen deny Zexion's words as truth.

He backed into the Corridor of Darkness, leaving Twilight Town with a smirk on his face.

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[Nothingness]

The Truth Hurts...If You Let It

As Zexion said that, Raen turned around with a smirk on his face. "Now you're just laying it on thick." With Zexion having gone, Raen could finally get to what was important at the moment: getting medical attention. At the very least, finding a place to stay would be good enough. Looking at a darkened window, he saw his reflection, and frankly, he laughed at what he saw. His face had dirt smeared on both cheeks, a line of blood going from above his right ear and down his neck and onto his chest, his hair was just as dirty and messed up, and his clothes were stained in grass and dirt.

As he walked out of the alley and into the sunlight, he felt both tired and invigorated at the same time. He was in a new world, and despite all that happened to get him there, he was somehow glad. He'd ponder everything he was told, give his last respects to his fallen comrades, and then begin thinking of his next move. But those were things that he wouldn't even do until he had first taken care of himself.

Walking down the roads of Twilight Town netted him a few strange stares, but he ignored them, walking into a small hotel and talking with the clerk. After a rather...interesting conversation, and a lot of sob-storying, he convinced the clerk to let him stay at the hotel, free of charge, for two days. Ascending the stairs, Raen almost regretted taking advantage of him, but, seeing as how he was the only tenant, he didn't feel too bad about it.

"At least it's quiet." Raen said to himself as he unlocked the room door. "But first things first: I need a shower." He laughed, closing the door behind him.