Post by Prythian on Mar 27, 2011 0:59:13 GMT -5
[August 4th]
The Round Room was empty when Lexaeus appeared. He had been missing since the gathering at the Graveyard, and he was grateful for the solitude.
It had been a difficult decision to make. He had sought out advice from people reputed to be wise, though none important enough to know who he was. He had observed different groups and their leaders. And most importantly, he had simply sat down and thought for long periods of time, thinking several steps ahead.
He could keep the Organization together. He could.
But it would not be worth it if there was another way to regain his heart. And the person who had told them how to regain their hearts was, according to Zexion, not to be trusted.
He had trusted Zexion. He was unsure whether he could be trusted anymore.
The Organization had left the Graveyard the moment the Champion did. They seemed to think the leader of a group of enemies was the only target worth paying any attention too. This, despite the fact that their goal was to stop the Champion... not simply kill him, but stop him, and he had gathered together the warriors of darkness to fight with.
The Organization had plotted against one leader. They had killed him. Yet, they had still in the end listened to his orders somewhat. In the end, this decision was their fault.
They had thrown down one leader. And none of them were worth risking death for as their leader. They would live with the consequences of their actions.
Lexaeus glanced at the Superior's chair while his thoughts went on like this. It had stood empty since that fateful day, he supposed. There was a quality that he had held as a Somebody. One he had tried retain as a Nobody.
Honor.
Some of the others had had it before they lost their hearts. None of the others seemed to even try to keep it. He still , that honor was important to him, but the feelings, the reason why... those he could not really, truly understand.
He wanted to once more. But some things weren't worth being honorable about. Skysplitter appeared in his hands and he let loose one mighty swing at the Superior's chair. As it crumbled into a pile of rubble, he jumped back. This would be a clear reminder. It was only the fault of the Organization that they would now be leaderless.
The Silent Hero removed his cloak, laying it on the debris carefully. Underneath, he wore his old guard uniform, or an approximation of it. A reminder of when he was truly someone with honor.
Without another look at what was previously a chair of great importance, Lexaeus opened a Corridor and walked through it. He would find his own answer to his missing heart.
And he would do it without the self-destructive group known as the Organization.
He would do it with honor.
The Round Room was empty when Lexaeus appeared. He had been missing since the gathering at the Graveyard, and he was grateful for the solitude.
It had been a difficult decision to make. He had sought out advice from people reputed to be wise, though none important enough to know who he was. He had observed different groups and their leaders. And most importantly, he had simply sat down and thought for long periods of time, thinking several steps ahead.
He could keep the Organization together. He could.
But it would not be worth it if there was another way to regain his heart. And the person who had told them how to regain their hearts was, according to Zexion, not to be trusted.
He had trusted Zexion. He was unsure whether he could be trusted anymore.
The Organization had left the Graveyard the moment the Champion did. They seemed to think the leader of a group of enemies was the only target worth paying any attention too. This, despite the fact that their goal was to stop the Champion... not simply kill him, but stop him, and he had gathered together the warriors of darkness to fight with.
The Organization had plotted against one leader. They had killed him. Yet, they had still in the end listened to his orders somewhat. In the end, this decision was their fault.
They had thrown down one leader. And none of them were worth risking death for as their leader. They would live with the consequences of their actions.
Lexaeus glanced at the Superior's chair while his thoughts went on like this. It had stood empty since that fateful day, he supposed. There was a quality that he had held as a Somebody. One he had tried retain as a Nobody.
Honor.
Some of the others had had it before they lost their hearts. None of the others seemed to even try to keep it. He still , that honor was important to him, but the feelings, the reason why... those he could not really, truly understand.
He wanted to once more. But some things weren't worth being honorable about. Skysplitter appeared in his hands and he let loose one mighty swing at the Superior's chair. As it crumbled into a pile of rubble, he jumped back. This would be a clear reminder. It was only the fault of the Organization that they would now be leaderless.
The Silent Hero removed his cloak, laying it on the debris carefully. Underneath, he wore his old guard uniform, or an approximation of it. A reminder of when he was truly someone with honor.
Without another look at what was previously a chair of great importance, Lexaeus opened a Corridor and walked through it. He would find his own answer to his missing heart.
And he would do it without the self-destructive group known as the Organization.
He would do it with honor.