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They were all fools.
That was the conclusion Zexion came to after pondering about the other organization members' mannerisms. They all spoke and acted as if they had the same emotions as their other selves. Acting as if they truly cared who lived and who died. Some even going as far as to try and simulate love.
Zexion knew better.
They couldn't feel. It was all an act. A desperate act stemmed from the need to feel alive. Some had actually been pretending for so long they had forgotten it was fake. It was rather pitiful to watch as they tried to feel so urgently yet never acknowledged the sad truth.
They were dead.
True, they were still in existence. Or, maybe they weren't according to Xemnas. Zexion however, believed that they did exist they just weren't alive. All of them were just shells of their former selves. He knew, no matter how hard they tried to feel, in the end they didn't have hearts. That made all the difference.
Zexion wasn't like them.
He knew he was dead. Plain and simple. Why bother trying to feel when you can focus on getting back to actual living? They had called him emotionless several times and they were right, but so were they. In all actuality the only difference between them and him was the acting. He refused to do such a childish, idiotic thing.
Because if there was one thing Zexion wasn't, it was foolish.
Author's note-This quick little one-shot was written because of reading several story's where Zexion is portrayed as emo. Criticism is greatly appreciated.