His temper flares and he's trying to shake Axel off. "And you don't know anything about mine! I don't assume that I'm the only one with problems, you're the one doing that." He snaps angrily. His eyes flash and now he's wretch out of Axel's grip. People who'd like to get ahold of him? Oh, he knows that.
"I know. Believe me I know. After all, I'm the valuable weapon, that's all I'll ever be good for since I can never become a Keyblade Master." There's bitterness there but sadness and poignant longing. He had wanted that. He had so many dreams but both his mentors had betrayed him. How could he trust another to not try to take advantage of him? To not try to kill him?
"I don't hate you. I can't hate you. I don't even hate Master Xehanort and he treated me worse than anything you could ever do to me." But his eyes flash when Axel mentions not having the heart to care. He gets the meaning, even if Axel doesn't intend for him to fully understand. "Yeah? Then hey, guess what, you can hate me too because if it was an unversed that ripped it out, that was my fault." He had nothing to with the Heartless or with the making of any of the Nobodies but he doesn't know that. The pain, raw and very real, makes him look haunted and he grips his shirt above his heart, as if he's afraid it'll get ripped out as well. He turns, shadow hiding his face. "But don't worry, I'll take care of that again, even if it means I'll have to wait another ten years to deal with an ass like you."
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His temper flares and he's trying to shake Axel off. "And you don't know anything about mine! I don't assume that I'm the only one with problems, you're the one doing that." He snaps angrily. His eyes flash and now he's wretch out of Axel's grip. People who'd like to get ahold of him? Oh, he knows that.
"I know. Believe me I know. After all, I'm the valuable weapon, that's all I'll ever be good for since I can never become a Keyblade Master." There's bitterness there but sadness and poignant longing. He had wanted that. He had so many dreams but both his mentors had betrayed him. How could he trust another to not try to take advantage of him? To not try to kill him?
"I don't hate you. I can't hate you. I don't even hate Master Xehanort and he treated me worse than anything you could ever do to me." But his eyes flash when Axel mentions not having the heart to care. He gets the meaning, even if Axel doesn't intend for him to fully understand. "Yeah? Then hey, guess what, you can hate me too because if it was an unversed that ripped it out, that was my fault." He had nothing to with the Heartless or with the making of any of the Nobodies but he doesn't know that. The pain, raw and very real, makes him look haunted and he grips his shirt above his heart, as if he's afraid it'll get ripped out as well. He turns, shadow hiding his face. "But don't worry, I'll take care of that again, even if it means I'll have to wait another ten years to deal with an ass like you."