Paint me compassion
"He is coming" he tells her and he hates it, the way she abruptly lifts her pretty little head and looks at him eyes wide and brimming with so much hope it suffocates him.
"And I will kill him when he comes." It pleases him when her face falls and she grips her crayon so tightly it breaks.
Namine knows that Marluxia means what he says and he will rip her prince limb from limb if he so wishes and leave him tattered into pieces like her drawings strewn on the ground.
"You brought this upon him, calling him to come" and she knows he is right.
Songbirds were ever meant to be kept in cages Marluxia thinks, swinging his weapon casually over his shoulder, preparing to greet the keyblade master.
"I hate you" Namine whispers, to him, to herself.
Marluxia turns and smiles "I know" and he is gone.
He meets Roxas on his way down, who glares at him and tells him that there was no need to break her like that. Marluxia grins and answers that there was.