I wait in darkness now. I failed to understand how much Riku's power had grown. But I had the upper hand, until the witch Naminé interfered and aided Riku in piercing my illusions.

I was severely injured – though alive. I could not risk letting them know of my failure, not with the traitor Axel lurking. I fled into the darkness, but did not wish any pursuers. One of my clones stood in for me while I healed.

I only survived because of that decision. Axel turned on me, using Vexen's creation. I felt a dim echo of the blows, but my clone held true and "died". Not that it matters – I am dead to the Organization. If I try to return now, I will be destroyed. So I wait. Someday, I will return. When I am stronger, when I can defeat Axel. It might not be on even ground (not that it was before) – but I will find a way to defeat him.

I left my darkness only once. I went to the Proof of Existence. Why, I'm not sure. It's not like I couldn't tell that the others were still alive. Maybe it was to find solace or something. But an odd thing happened. A sort of anger came over me, and I attacked my blood-red space. Repeatedly. When I stopped to take a breath, the picture of my weapon, my symbol, had been obliterated. My name, "VI. Zexion, the Cloaked Deciever", taunted me. Still readable. "VI. Zexion." I prepared to destroy it as well, but I was interrupted by someone's approach – Luxord's smoky aroma, I believe – and fled. I had to. I cannot have anyone know that I am still alive. As long as I am believed dead, they have no reason to search the darkness for me. And I am happy that way.

Perhaps I spend too much time here, alone. I've started to question many things. Can we, who have no hearts, still feel? That some emotions are strong enough to transcend our state? Love, euphoria, anger, hatred – the latter two I have thought I have felt since my untimely "death". But did I actually feel them? Or was it merely my subconscious trying to reconcile my thoughts and actions with reality – even if I am no longer human, my actions should still follow some logical course from humanity?

This segues into other trains of thought. Does the heartless of Ienzo still exist? I can't say that I would want it back, to return to my cast-off life even if it were possible. But I must wonder when other, similar thought-paths have been trod. I wonder what it looked like. Perhaps it is just my pride to believe that I warranted more than just a simple shadow, but I dare not hope for something like Xehanort's Heartless.

….The Keyblader awakens. His scent – the little there is of it – grows stronger. It is a clean, fresh scent, very similar to our XIII, whom I knew only briefly. From here, my hiding place in the darkness, I will wait out the coming storm. Something lurks on the horizon.

The black hooded figures gathered on the rooftop. Xemnas spoke "The Keyblade - such a marvelous weapon. If only it were in more… capable hands." The remaining members of the Organization (sans Axel) laugh. Goofy, Donald and Sora spin about.

"Organization XIII!" Goofy exclaims

"Good! Now we can settle this!" Sora replies, narrowing his eyes at the cloaked figures

"What a shame…. And here I thought we could be friends…" Xemnas and the others laugh once more, disappearing once more.