tampered | Let us have words, you and I

Let us have words, you and I

When; Monday afternoon
Rating; Depends on how things go. Starting at PG-13, though
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Summary; After this conversation, Xemnas has a few things to bring up with Axel.
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Rules. That was what it all boiled down to. Everything in the City; everything of his Organization; all that he sought. A different set of rules for every situation. True, some where far more malleable than others, but there were a select few that weren't. Don't betray the Organization. Don't go against his word. It wasn't much and yet it seemed there were always those who would seek out the loopholes in them.

Axel had been toeing that line for far too long. Ever since he'd returned from Oblivion, as a matter of fact. But he had been willing to tolerate the firestarter's presence if not trust. Had, but matters had since seen fit to change. 'I though you had been informed.' No, he had not. Axel had been somewhat less the free with all of the details of his time at the Castle, stating only that the Keybearer had taken care of matters and that he was lucky to escape with his own life intact.

A story that, in light of recent events, was not entirely true. Axel had things to answer to for and answer he would, a swirl of darkness closing around Xemnas as he vanished out of sight, to reappear in the building Axel called his own. There were advantages to keeping an eye on where his Organization settled; this was one of them. And if he caught them unawares, well... so much the better for him.

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Amusingly enough, Xemnas isn't the only one who wants to have words. After a rather.. unnerving run-in with a copy of his friend Renji, Axel's had some questions bouncing around in his head. They surface every so often, but usually he's capable of keeping them quiet, instead going about this non-life by going to work, coming back to his apartment, and occasionally bothering people on the network.

Currently, he's in the first moments of a much-wanted nap, his arms crossed over his chest as he's stretched out on the couch, feet propped up on the far armrest. His chin is tucked down against his chest, eyes closed.

He doesn't even seem to react when Xemnas teleports into his apartment, but he's well aware of the other Nobody. After all, it's not like he's easily missed.

After a long stretch of time, Axel lifts a hand lazily and waves at Xemnas, his eyes still closed. "Heya, boss."

The Replica, on the other hand, had taken a liking to playing cards (Solitaire, to be exact) whenever he and Axel had days off from training. Really, the simplicity of the game was what kept the Replica entertained for hours at a time. He didn't run the risk of over-thinking all that much with Solitaire, just flip the cards and try to match them up and that was it. Simple as that. So while Axel had been snoozing on the couch, the Replica had sat down at the foot and rested his back against it and cards neatly ordered between his legs. It had been a fairly quiet afternoon, and the Replica had found himself becoming fonder of Axel's company with each day that passed. But just as he thought their day would pass without any yelling or snarky comments, the Replica was surprised to see they had company emerging from a swirling darkness.

It was the last person the Replica wanted to see.

Or, well, maybe third to last to be exact. Marluxia was first, Zexion was second, and Xemnas was third. Of course, he could say the whole Organization was the last thing he wanted to see (besides Axel, who was special and exempt from that).

With the unwanted Nobody in the room, the calm atmosphere of the room vanished and became tense and warm. Or at least, that's how the Replica felt. His expression was none too happy as he gathered his cards up and placed them into their plastic box. His eyebrows were pinched together in anger - who was Xemnas to come into their home, anyway? - and after Axel had more or less greeted his superior, the Replica added his own comment, thick with dislike.

"What do you want?"

Good. The both of them were already in, a fact that would make things far more convenient. After all, Axel was hardly the only one he had issues with. The Replica had shared in the death that he was here to discuss and it wouldn't escape that fate.

But it was Axel who would be first, and Axel's comment he answered. "Axel."

Simply his name, and yet with little more than that he manage to convey the fact that he was none too pleased with his Eighth. As to why... that was yet to come, and he couldn't deny being at least slightly interested in what sort of answer Axel would offer.

As for the Replica, it was quite simply ignored. He cared little that he'd interrupted whatever it had been doing and cared even less that he'd effectively barged in. This was important enough to warrant it, and one of the few ways to get Axel's attention.

Besides, what he wanted would come up in a moment.

Ah, training. The City recently had been making it a little more difficult to get to training, but he's still kept at making the Replica's mind sharp enough for when they got back into the swing of things. And card games were just one of the many ways Axel made sure the kid kept himself occupied, though Solitaire was a game of the Replica's own choosing.

Axel didn't quite understand the draw of a game played all by oneself, but he didn't question it, knowing that doing so would only make the replica annoyed.

Speaking of being annoyed, Axel didn't miss that note in Xemnas's voice, and his own brow furrowed for a second before he cracked open an eye, training it first on the replica:

"Play nice," he warned. And it was then his other eye opened and he pushed himself up into a sitting position, glancing at Xemnas and placing one hand on the armrest. He regarded Xemnas calmly, tapping his fingertips against the curve of that armrest, not saying anything for a few seconds.

"Something I can do?" Axel's voice remained calm, devoid of any emotion (hah!) that would be betray the slight nervousness he felt at being cornered by Xemnas like this. As far as he's concerned, he hasn't done anything bad - well, save for that one time in that one castle, but - and definitely nothing worth getting punished for.

But whenever Xemnas did something that caused confusion, it was never a good thing.

There was a quiet huff from the Replica at Axel's warning, but it was enough to make him silent... for the time being. His mouth remained shut as he examined both of the Nobodies, and pushed himself off the ground to stand, chest puffed out and his expression glaring. The Replica wasn't hiding the fact that he was displeased with this unwanted visit - any visit from any other Nobody (save Namine... she was special) was unwanted. Besides, Xemnas had just blatantly ignored him, so the Replica was pretty ticked off. Normally he would've stormed at the Nobody, since by default the Replica was pretty trigger-happy in that regard, but the training Axel had put him through was teaching him some self-control. Most of the time it worked. Others... well.

For now, he'd just stay silent and listen.

Unfortunately for the Replica's patience (or lack thereof), Xemnas had every intention of continuing to ignore both his presence and anything he had to say. He did have to admit that Axel seemed to be having something of affect, in that he was a least able to temporarily silence him.

How long the Replica would be 'playing nice' was a matter that had yet to be seen, but Xemnas figured he'd be able to deal with that matter when it arose.

"There is," Xemnas answered, with a slight nod. "I would not have come here without good reason."

Dancing around and around the point, waiting to see if Axel would either take the bait or react in some way that would suggest guilt, or any number of other things that would prove ... unwise. Such was the way of the Organization, at times and Xemnas was not yet so annoyed as to cut straight to the chase. He'd give Axel one more chance.

But Axel doesn't let on to any "feelings" of guilt. As far as he's concerned, he's done nothing wrong. Instead, he gave the Replica a look, an eyebrow lifting in satisfaction before he turned back to Xemnas, masking that pleased expression. It wouldn't do well to show that off to his boss.

"Well, that much is obvious," he said, rolling his eyes slightly. And then he got to his feet, brushing past Xemnas and breezing carelessly into the kitchen, though he always felt that gnawing of nervousness at the pit of his stomach and the back of his mind. It picked at him, dancing just out of reach but he always kept it hidden.

So instead, he reached for a soda in the fridge, cracking open the top of the can as he leaned against the counter. He'd been fitting himself into the routine of "normalcy" quite well in this City, though he still hadn't taken the time to actually change his clothing, choosing instead to wear that black, floor-length coat.

Of course not; he knows how this works. Smile and smile and smile and whisper half-truths into the right ears, deny where you can and omit where you can't. The ever-flowing game of information and politics that govern the Organization, power coming from who knows what and when and why. A game that Axel plays well.

But Xemnas is better; he has to be to hold his seat. Axel may not mention his worries but there's so many different ways to get an answer. And with the oblique method proving no good, Xemnas simply moves seamlessly on to the next, following Axel as he moves into the kitchen.

"Castle Oblivion," he begins, by way of explanation. Straight to the heart (haha) of the matter. "In particular, your actions therein. It would appear that things were not entirely as you claimed upon your return."

Edited 2009-07-08 19:19 (UTC)

The Replica followed after Xemnas into the kitchen, glaring holes into him and willing the Nobody to spontaneously combust (even though that was Axel's forte, and not his), as he listened to both of them speak. The Replica really had no idea what Xemnas wanted or where he was going with this, but at the mention of Castle Oblivion, something clicks in his head even if he isn't sure what exactly fit into place, and the Replica snaps.

"What about Castle Oblivion?" He interjected, tone biting and only more vehement as Xemnas' sentence finished, soaked into him. "Why the sudden interest now?"

"Be quiet, Replica," were the only words Axel directed at the young puppet, one arm draping across his chest while the other crossed over it, still holding that can of soda loosely in his fingers. He shifted his eyes away from the silver-haired boy and instead fixed them on the Superior, his eyebrows lifting a fraction of an inch.

"How were they, then?" he asked, trying to keep the taunt from his voice as best he could. After all, this was Xemnas, and even here, where powers were deadened, Xemnas could seriously physically hurt him if he'd so chosen. And Axel would prefer to stay unhurt for as long as he possibly could, thanks.

"I found the traitors," he continued, shrugging his shoulder before taking a drink from that soda can. "Unfortunately there had to be some sacrifices.."

No, the Replica wasn't going to be quiet. Just telling him to do so was only making him more defiant. His anger was rising despite the training Axel had put him through, despite mellowing out by the end of the Castle Oblivion ordeal. The Organization Members here only made the calming flame inside him roar back to life, where he was now becoming the rash and brazen boy he had been at first. Axel was calm and collected, leisurely drinking his soda, Xemnas was... well, Xemnas, and it all just... angered him. Angered him that he always seemed to be overlooked. Angered that what he said wasn't really important. And it wasn't just with Xemnas, or Axel, it was with everyone. He felt that he needed to make himself a spot. Make himself look strong and better - better than what? who? He didn't really know, maybe better than what he was now - but, of course, he was going about it in an absolutely wrong way. And what way was that? Well. Acting like an immature little child, that's what.

"No, you be quiet and listen!" he yelled, pointing his finger at Axel, who was surprisingly at the butt of anger as much as Xemnas. Maybe he felt the need to impress Axel, too. Though of course, everything he was doing was having the opposite effect. "He can't come barging in here like this without announcing himself first! I don't care who he is! If he's the boss, why doesn't he have all the answers? I told him he needed to keep a better watch on his- his workers! If he didn't know what happened at the castle that's his fault for not taking care!" Where was he going with this? He paused, unsure of himself. He felt childish, embarrassed. The Replica thought about this. Maybe what Xemnas wanted... maybe what he meant had to do with... that. What happened with him, Axel, and .. Zexion. What else was there to Castle Oblivion? Namine? Sora? Zexion though, the Replica reasoned, was a part of their Organization though. A member which he killed. And if Xemnas was the Boss, well. How happy would a boss be when he found out one of his employees was killed by a kid at the command of another employee?

If that was so, well. He was in big trouble. At this epiphany, the Replica shot a worried glance at Axel. It said oh, crap. or our foot's in our mouth and we're the ones that put it there. What was there to say? He wanted to say "If sacrifices had to be made, Marluxia should've been one of them" but what would that prove? Nothing, other than his hatred for the Nobody.

Instead, the Replica turned to Xemnas, expression hot with anger. He was back to being a firecracker, the fuse changed and lit again, timer running fast. "Axel didn't do anything wrong." It was a start, to his and Axel's defense.

How quaint. The Replica defending a man who barely even cared for him. The snarling of a dog that mistook a stranger for some who cared. He would need to take some of what it was yelling at Axel into account when dealing with it, but again, there was little more than stony silence at the words. If the Replica was attempting to goad him into anger, then it would find that it took more than mere words.

"Vexen. Zexion. Both founding members of this Organization. I would not consider these acceptable losses. But it would seem that you believed otherwise. Perhaps you can offer further explanation for your actions?"

He was slightly more interested in Zexion's death than Vexen's, but an explanation on either of them would be appreciated.

Axel stared at Xemnas for a few moments. Was.. he really serious? Well, he had to be, otherwise he wouldn't be asking Axel about this again. The Eighth Nobody narrowed his eyes for a moment, reading Xemnas's expression before he stepped away from the counter, sipping at his soda once more.

"I went to Castle Oblivion under orders from you," he began, illustrating his point by holding up the hand which held his soda can. His other hand rested against his hip as he leaned forward slightly. "You told me to keep an eye on Marluxia and Larxene, and that's what I did."

It was then that Axel paused, taking another sip of cola. "Mm, and I had to get their trust," he purred, tilting his head to the side, "and it was Marluxia's orders that Vexen be destroyed for almost telling Sora about the other side of his heart." That last word he held out for a few seconds, a low rumble in his throat.

And with another toss of his head, Axel continued, "I couldn't just not follow my orders, Xemnas. If I refused to kill Vexen, then the two of them would be suspicious of me, and I never would've been able to flush them out as you'd asked."

Drawing himself back up to his full height, Axel finished off his soda, melted the steel down, and then tossed the crumpled bit of metal into a trashbin.

"And as for Zexion, well.. He was considering turning against you as well."

Totally and utterly serious, to judge by the expression on his face. He had had reports, yes, and Axel's earlier words on the matter. A help, but even then it was not the entirety of the truth and that was the driving force behind that which had brought him here.

Admittedly, the mention that Vexen had been near to telling Sora about Roxas was intriguing, but no doubt Vexen had had his reasons. He was not one to act without some manner of thought, and Zexion, even less so.

He could admit that it was in theory possible that Zexion could have considered treachery, but he highly doubted that Zexion would have gone through with it. Not after all that they had been through together.

"And so you so fit to use the very Replica that is your housemate to destroy him?" Xemnas asked, displeasure finally settling in on his face. "I do not see that as either fitting or necessary; had he been a traitor in truth it would have been enough to bring the matter to me after things had concluded at the castle. It was not to the basements that I ordered you to look, Axel, as well you know."

Well. Damn, Axel had to admit that his going into the basements was against the Boss's orders, but if he bothered to think even a little bit, he could come up with a reason why he was down there.

"I caught wind of the fact that Riku was in the Castle, and when I saw the Replica," at that last word, he threw it out as though it were nothing, always projecting that calm air of detachment, "I knew it wouldn't be long before the ones down below tried to use the other Keyblade Wielder to their advantage."

He stopped there, laughing to himself and tugging at a spike near his ear. "And I was right."

And he caught that - the detachment. He heard it, he felt it. It was the same way Vexen's said it. The same way Larxene's said it. The same way almost everyone says it. Like a thing, like an it - he's not really real and he doesn't really matter. A stand in for someone else.

Axel's laugh was for some reason aggravating. Like it was fake and he didn't mean it and was just talking about him, as a replica, as a thing, while he was still in the room. Watching. Listening.

"And what's that supposed to mean? Are you saying you used me? Like they wanted to use Real Thing?" It came out of his mouth, but even so he didn't want to believe it.

Axel had brought him to his apartment. He let him stay.

He trained him.

He... was there for him. In a way. However small. It was more than he'd get from anyone else. Was getting.

A reason to be there, yes. But finding a reason that Xemnas would accept was a far different matter. It could have been useful indeed to hold on to one of the Keybearer's friends, and here Axel had thrown away even that possibility.

"Be that as it may, that does not excuse your regrettable actions. We could have found use for an ally of the Keybearer or had that escaped your notice in your desire to show your true colors to Marluxia? Nor does it absolve you of your part in Zexion's death."

The Replica's outbreak was, yet again, largely ignored. He'd leave Axel to answer those questions.

And Axel ignored the Replica as well. If Xemnas was here, then he knew, and he was trying to flush out the real reason why Axel had Zexion murdered. But Axel wouldn't give up that information so easily. And if Xemnas knew, then there really was no reason to continue to play nice with the Replica. It had been fun training him, and he'd liked the way the Replica had played so easily into his hands, but now the cat was out of the bag, so to speak... there was nothing to keep him there.

Even if he did kind of like having the kid around. He was like a younger, brattier version of Roxas.

So, Axel let his hand fall to his side, pulling himself up to his full height. He squared his shoulders back, then placed his hands on his hips a second later.

"What do you want, Xemnas?"

He was being ignored. He was always ignored. But - sometimes Axel would give him the attention. When he'd say something Axel would listen. He'd answer. Sometimes he wouldn't - Axel would watch him and the Replica would shrug. Sometimes they'd laugh. Rarely. But. What did all that mean right now?

"Stop IGNORING ME!" It was a yell, fists clenched tightly, then movement. He rushed forward, grabbing Axel by the wrist, tightly, shaking him. Like a kid who's parents had a new child - loved something else. They weren't important anymore. The Replica held him as hard as he could, as hard as he was angry.

"STOP IGNORING ME! Why won't you answer me? Axel--" A breath, a glance at Xemnas. He looked back at Axel, for a moment, then his eyes fell to the floor. Xemnas was here because of what happened with Zexion.

Axel let him to Zexion.

I killed Zexion.

Is that why Axel kept him? Is that why Axel was always sure to keep him away from the others? He always showed up at impeccable moments. He always -

"You're lying!" As if Axel had admitted it. yet.

Maybe he wanted to convince himself.

He killed Zexion, and Axel kept him with him, to prevent this from happening. To keep him saying anything about it. Now that it was out - however that happened, he didn't know - Xemnas was here to deal the punishment. The Cat was out of the bag. And in the oven.

There was a flash, and Soul-Eater was in his grip, he stood in between Axel and Xemnas, held it out to the other Nobody.

"I told you you needed to keep a better watch on your lackeys. Maybe if you had, none of this would've happened!"

What did he want? He wanted nothing more or less than Axel getting exactly what he deserved. He had offered a tentative welcome after Oblivion, do to a lack of appropriate counterarguments. He'd had to, lest he go against his word. Now that welcome was retracted. Let Axel fall to his doom, his retribution.

The fact that the replica was squalling at the top of its lungs was annoying but tolerable. Or at least it was until it claimed that Xemnas needed to keep a better eye on his underlings. For all that Xemnas was patient, he took orders from no one, and least of all a Replica that thought too highly of itself.

So for the first time since the conversation began he turned towards the replica. The look was not a pleasant one. He had not intended to address the replica yet and to do so was therefore an indicator of his displeasure just as clearly as his look was.

"Enough." A single word, but that was all he needed as he stepped forward into Soul Eater's strike range before lashing out with the back of his hand. Where the blow sent the replica? Well, he didn't much care about that, as he turned back to Axel, with a quite thoroughly disgusted look.

"If this is how you raise the replicas that you are given I can see that you should no longer be given them. Neither has proven satisfactory and you have not offered compelling evidence otherwise. Likewise, you will need to be held responsible for the deaths that you have directly or indirectly caused. Vexen. Zexion. Both senior members of my Organization and both members whose loss was felt keenly. Are you willing to accept the price that is due for that, or will I be forced to take matters into my own hands?"

Replicas. Plural. And with narrowed eyes, Axel turned over to Xemnas. He knew exactly who Xemnas was referring to, however the full meaning of his words didn't mean much of anything to the VIIIth Nobody, as his memories didn't extend past the end of Castle Oblivion.

But this replica... maybe he still had his purpose after all. He seemed more than willing to rush to Axel's side to defend him, and had readily set himself up to go up against Xemnas. But Axel had allowed him to take the smack from the stronger Nobody (even for all the surprise that had flickered across Axel's features when Replica had begged him), knowing it was, well, part of training to know when one was outmatched.

With a snort, Axel held one hand up, summoning a whirling chakram to his fingers, gripping the hold and turning to face Xemnas with hardened eyes. "Who says you gave him to me, Xemnas? As I recall, he joined me of his own free will."

Axel had no true intention of fighting the Superior, but he had to at least make it look that way... for the moment. VIII was convinced now that the Replica still had his uses. He didn't break his gaze from Xemnas, though his words were directed toward the Replica.

"You okay, kid?"

Edited 2009-07-23 19:08 (UTC)

Replicas. This Replica didn't catch that - he couldn't, and probably wouldn't have anyway.

Xemnas' tone had, in all honesty, intimidated him. It had also served as a warning before the back-hand came in his direction. He had managed to lift his shoulder and arm up to try and block the hit, but it all it did was maybe save him an unhinged jaw. He reeled to the side and crashed into one of the counter cabinets, the slam as loud as it hurt. Ow. He was rattled for a few moments, where he couldn't think and all he felt was pain. His head bobbed forward, his eyebrows pinching together, and he brought up a hand to the side of his face and held it. There was a sound mixed between an "ahhh" and a sigh. He felt like a freaking ragdoll.

Axel's words covered his brain like a blanket, it was like a helping hand that brought him up. The Replica tried to nod and hissed at the sharp pain in his head, so he just groaned instead. He picked himself off the floor and held his hand out in the direction where Soul-Eater had skidded over the floor, and in a flash is disappeared and re-materialized back into his grip, and used it as a cane to hoist himself up.

He was hot. Hot with anger. He felt like he was burning up. From anger. From hatred. From shame. He wanted to fight Xemnas so badly but couldn't because he knew he was out-ranked. In strength, in speed, in everything. For a few beats he stared hard at Xemnas. Laser eye beams would be a really handy power to have right now. But alas, with a frustrated sound, he turned his face away. Maybe if he had been alive, hadn't been City-Dead, he would've bruised.

There wasn't anything he could do.

How cute. The betrayer offering aid to the toy as if he honestly cared about it. How desperate it must have been or any glimmer of care to take what little Axel had to offer. A Nobody, by rights, could not care though they might claim otherwise; only a fool would truly believe Axel's words.

"That may be," Xemnas began slowly, lightning beginning to coalesce around one of his hands in response to the threat of Axel's chakram. If Axel truly wished a fight then it would be a fight that he got. And if he didn't want one, he would likely still get one.

"They may be, but I have allowed you to continue to keep watch over him as opposed to his rightful creator. What has been given can all too easily be taken away. So it is here. You were not suited to watch the last replica; now you have proven yourself unworthy to watch over this one. He is your charge no longer."

It wasn't that Axel was desperate: at this point in his timeline, there's not much that Axel would do in desperation. He's too controlled for that, too... distant from would-be friends. And though it was true that Axel couldn't honestly care about the Replica, that didn't stop him from caring about his own motives.

One of which being to not have a real fight in his apartment building. So he watched that dark lightning as it built up in Xemnas's palm, his eyes narrowed. But he didn't dismiss his chakram just yet.

But even as he kept his eyes on Xemnas, gauging his surroundings and his opponent's body language, his brow furrowed in confusion. He knew exactly who Xemnas was referring to - how could he not? But the events that his Superior was punishing him for.. he didn't know were going to happen.

Even so, Axel could see it would be fruitless to continue to argue with Xemnas much longer, so he held up his hand and allowed his weapon to disappear in a flash of spiked darkness. The expression on his face was unreadable for a moment, but when he looked over at the Replica, there was a flash of... something across his features. He couldn't feel it, and Axel knew he didn't believe it truly, but there was a chance in front of him to keep the Replica on his side, and he knew he could take it by playing to the clone's more sympathetic side.

It was... disappointment. Perhaps regret. Both emotions completely fake, but they were there for the Replica to see, which is really all that mattered to VIII at the moment.

There were always other opportunities he could take advantage of to get the kid back. It was just a question of finding the right one. So after that brief moment, he looked back at Xemnas, his face devoid of that other feigned emotion, and with a wave of his hand, he purred his words over at his Superior.

"Just be sure you give him a pack of cards," he said. "It occupies his time."

Edited 2009-07-25 02:08 (UTC)

If the Replica hadn't heard it before, he did now.

"The last Replica"

Last Replica.

He mouthed the words - cocked his head to the side. He knew of no other Replica. He was the only Replica (that he knew of), and no one ever mentioned anyone else. But yet, Xemnas just said Axel had one before him? But how- who? Why didn't he mention this before? Namine hadn't said anything about it, and back at Castle Oblivion - he was the only one. Marluxia hadn't said anything, either, and everyone knew that Marluxia would use anything and everything as a means to get underneath their skin.

But when he turned to give Axel a questioning look, he was met with something different.

Something sad.

If he was confused before, it doubled now. But, more than confusion, it was surprise, it was... it wasn't happiness, but - Xemnas was going to take him away and Axel looked- sad? Then. Maybe...

It occupies his time.

He knew. He noticed. Well, of course he would - sometimes he'd manage to get Axel to play cards with him (after much pestering) and-

"Axel," he wanted to say, but it just didn't come out.

Well of course the Replica wouldn't have heard of his predecessor. She had been unimportant to what Vexen had (presumably) made him for and had borne little real importance to the events that had occurred in Castle Oblivion. Her ultimate purpose had been focused elsewhere.

But he saw no need to inform either the Replica or Axel of that. It was no longer important and with Axel sending his weapon away there was little need for further discussion. He had what he came here for. Or one of them. The other... that could wait until a more suitable space became available. Surely Axel would not wish to have to repair the damage inflicted on his place of residence, after all.

"I shall keep it in mind. And I shall yet wish to speak of the deaths you have to answer for. You shall not entirely escape that with this."

A pause, and then he returned his gaze to the Replica, offering a more neutral look than his one from earlier.

"Come."

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