Trivial Matters
Lack of fundamental skills of observation
Xemnas stared at his second-in-command. Saix stared back from across the desk, legs crossed primly as ever. The feeling of nothingness was nearly palpable in the room, if not for the hints of tension in the way Xemnas was tapping the tabletop, and the way that Saix was crossing his arms.
"How long…" began Xemnas, but his second-in-command knew him well enough to answer.
"Since my last mission in the Land of the Dragons."
"Six weeks, then."
Saix nodded and Xemnas considered the consequences of slamming his own head into the white, white walls.
"And you never thought to mention this because…?"
"I discovered that it was not impeding my abilities in any way and felt it unnecessary to burden you with such trivial information," explained the berserker plainly, crossing his arms a little tighter.
Trivial information. Only Saix would consider something like that 'trivial information'. He knew there was a very good reason why Saix was his second-in command. Cold logic.
On one hand, yes, the condition wasn't life-threatening and didn't really seem to have affected the berserker at all. From a purely logical perspective, there wasn't much to fuss about. However, even Nobodies had some expectations and preconceptions, and for some-no-one to just gloss over something like that was inconceivable.
Xemnas tried to go about it logically. "Vexen would have been interested in studying your situation."
"I have no interest in being a subject of such a pointless study." There was almost a touch of defiance in that normally calm voice. "It has nothing to do with our goals."
"It is a condition that managed to affect a Nobody, so it is relevant study," countered Xemnas, not quite looking at his second-in-command anymore.
Saix twitched slightly, lips almost forming a pout before he stilled his features once more. "My apologies, Xemnas," he said shortly. "It did not cross my mind."
The ensuing silence was awkward. Well, as awkward as anything could get between two emotionless creatures. Finally, Xemnas cleared his throat. "I expect a full report of the incident by tomorrow. For now, report to number IV for a full body checkup." He was almost expecting a negative reply, but, then again, this was Saix.
The berserker stood, silently excusing himself, a note of displeasure in his yellow eyes. He never liked Vexen and Xemnas knew that. Still, an order was an order, so he left his leader to his thoughts.
Thoughts that went something like: How did he manage to hide for six weeks?