He was a smart young man, but he never used his brain. He was a strong young man, but he wasn't Superman. He was a very handsome young man, but he certainly wasn't humble about it. Just as beautiful as he was, it was pitiful what he was, a monster, ugly inside. Beauty over wisdom? It was how he got through life. In his home world, vanities were built to please loved ones, and the leaders of the world. Everyone, boy or girl, was promised a happy life with their perfect mate, Cinderella syndrome, the crazy ones called it. They had to be crazy. They were the only ones who didn't believe. They were the only ones who were alone.
His insecurities were masked by his pride, and everyone knew that pretty soon his ego would shatter what was left inside his empty heart. Beautiful, but pitiful. He had always been promised that he was perfect, that everything he did was perfect, that he could do no wrong. So he believed he was doing nothing wrong when he formulated the plan to take over the organization. Cinderella syndrome had him in a choke hold.
He should've seen it coming when Naminé escaped.
He should've seen it coming when Larxene died.
He should've seen it coming when he died.