It can't be happening, no. And yet, here he is all the same. A ghost of the past, come creeping in where he's not wanted, and even with Ienzo not even so much as turning at his presence he can very much see the tension that has Ienzo's spine locking up. He knows, without needing anything more than simple tell that his very presence has already had an effect on things. Nor has he ever needed direct eye contact, besides. He may not be quite as heartless as he has always claimed to be, but even so, he doesn't have it in him to care. Nor to be in the least bit offended by the slight that Ienzo is offering in that simple lack of acknowledgement.
It is, it exists, and that is all that he particularly cares to bother with.
"There is nothing that obliges you to do so."
Ienzo has his heart again. The heart that he had no doubt already been regrowing even before his recompletion. And with that there is nothing to truly force him to answer to Xemnas; the threat of being made to hold even less of a grasp on existence than Zexion's already tenuous hold on that very same existence is no longer on Xemnas holds. But that is cold comfort - he has ever been more dangerous than that simple trick, and Dilan and Aeleus are unlikely to be close enough to intervene should violence break out.
But for now, he holds. Merely exists, patient and unhurried, as if how this should unfold is merely something he's choosing to observe, and not something he has an active part in.
(This, at least, is not surprising. He's always been like this, after having cast off his heart.)
"And yet... here you are, answering, even without that obligation. Could it be that there are yet ties that bind us together?"
He knows there are, despite the question. Stretched and fragile though the bonds may be now, they have both once walked these halls. Have both once shared a desire to know, to learn, even if all they managed was to bring darkness down upon their heads.
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It is, it exists, and that is all that he particularly cares to bother with.
"There is nothing that obliges you to do so."
Ienzo has his heart again. The heart that he had no doubt already been regrowing even before his recompletion. And with that there is nothing to truly force him to answer to Xemnas; the threat of being made to hold even less of a grasp on existence than Zexion's already tenuous hold on that very same existence is no longer on Xemnas holds. But that is cold comfort - he has ever been more dangerous than that simple trick, and Dilan and Aeleus are unlikely to be close enough to intervene should violence break out.
But for now, he holds. Merely exists, patient and unhurried, as if how this should unfold is merely something he's choosing to observe, and not something he has an active part in.
(This, at least, is not surprising. He's always been like this, after having cast off his heart.)
"And yet... here you are, answering, even without that obligation. Could it be that there are yet ties that bind us together?"
He knows there are, despite the question. Stretched and fragile though the bonds may be now, they have both once walked these halls. Have both once shared a desire to know, to learn, even if all they managed was to bring darkness down upon their heads.