#melodixus

      @melodixus ~ Bad End Starter ~

   “It matters not where it came from, only that I had been wrong about you.” Yes, he still thought Demyx to be quite lazy, and perhaps Marluxia didn’t like him that much, but that was besides the point. “You have exceeded my expectations.” 

That was… likely the most profound thing he’s ever heard Demyx say. But, he privately supposes, he shouldn’t be so surprised. Beneath the veneer of a sloth was a sort of intelligence. Different from his own, or any of the scholars of the original members. Certainly unique among the Neophytes, but there nonethless. He changes course from his initial, instinctive response, and instead regards him with a tilt of the head and a deep hum. ‘That wisdom has a ring of experience to it.’

     ‘Such wasted potential… Perhaps I should MOTIVATE the Nocturne to embrace his role in this all…’

// Depends on what kinda salt. But I’m in general not feeling very salty at the moment. But only because I haven’t had anything outside of work today to be salty about.

     “Oh… if the TRAITORS and SLACKERS were not needed they would have been eliminated long ago… a special PAINFUL process fit just for such individuals…” Amber hues glance towards his gloved hand, spiked-tendrils of binding, the manifestations of Nothingness seeming to crawl from beneath his sleeve, curling around fingers and wrapping up his arm.     “All Nobodies begin from Nothingness… are shaped by it and LIVE because of it… because the Void allows it. Yet… it’s simple to take it all away…” Fingers curl into a fist, more of the binding slipping out, reaching all the way up his arm, “let their powers be slowly EATEN away, weakening them.”     “Let them thrash and fight as it slips between their fingers–as they taste the pain as the TEETH tear into their flesh… listening as their blood hits the floor, paints the walls red… their very shell DEVOURED with nothing they can do but squirm and cry out. All until there is nothing left but a discarded CORPSE…”

//: Oddly enough, dealing with the consequences of one’s actions. Maybe it’s from MoM being a planner or a schemer but he’s not delusional that the wrongs that he commits won’t have downfalls. I’m putting this under here as it is a line in some regard to either cross with denying it or accepting, along with it being something along the lines of ethical/moral situation.