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“What..?” Luxord…was killed? But Why? What had happened? He had just Spoken to the blond the night before…

He’d been a vessel and a useful one, why would Xemnas Do such a thing?

A daunting fear that it may have been because of Him that this might have happened flickered across his mind. Trying his best to rid himself of such thoughts, the shock and the turmoil of his aching heart had the bluenet turning away and taking a slow breath. Luxord..was dead. His last bit of hope was gone with the bright blond.

//Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.//

He’d fought, he’d fought so hard.. Saix had gone against a direct order and he’d suffered the consequences for it.

‘Kill the traitor VIII, he cannot help the light.’

But when he’d been given the opportunity..he’d failed his master. Xehanort would rather make an example than have him a vessel.. So there he was, barely conscious and hardly breathing, a wet sound when he did when he was found by the other.

“A drink…?” Eyeing the red headed man before him, the diviner frowned looked over the drink. Well….he supposed he could not really say no now could he? He’d come to try and persuade the dark king into helping them. Now he was stuck in some meeting room with a drink in his hand.