In his room, a blonde sat in a reflective state. He tried his best not to cause himself grief, but it proved too hard a task. He remembered a few things. Hyperness. Music. Pure smiles. Great food… why… he'd even been baked a cake once as an anniversary gift. And of course, the love. Whenever he had a bad day, the younger blonde would always appear at his doorway. He'd say an assortment of phrases depending on his mood.
"Wanna play cards?" or, "Need some soothing music?" or even at times a good, heart felt, "Need someone to listen to ya?"
All were said at the perfect time. The older man would always consent.
So where was the Melodious Nocturne now? All the gambler needed was him, to see if he was okay, to turn the tables. He wanted to comfort the other man after losing a battle.
But no.
He couldn't.
He just wasn't able to. It was physically impossible. He glanced at the door, seeing it now open. Rather than a young blonde with a warm, loving, smile stood a melancholy gray haired man.
"Xemnas…" the Gambler said with a dry throat. "Xemnas, Demyx is dead…"
"It's your turn to fight for him. Kill Sora."
The blonde man rose from his seat and walked past his superior. The man was right. He had to make Sora pay… after all… he had taken the happiest Nobody to live.