He sometimes wondered which of them would die first.

Some of it was practical, or political. Some of it was simply morbid fascination.

If it were Roxas, it would be a terrible blow to their plans. Axel would be devastated. Xemnas would grow more moody, more frustrated.

If it were Larxene, things would certainly be calmer. Marluxia, and the tension in the meeting chamber would be alleviated. Luxord, and everyone would be uneasy.

Demyx would be no great loss, but something wouldn't be the same. He was the only one who truly clung to his fading emotions, who filled the halls with music.

Everyone would stop watching their backs if Axel was destroyed. If Saïx died, Xemnas would be sour for a while, and the neophytes might be less co-operative. Vexen, and there would be a horrible gap, an emptiness that none of the elder six would dare to describe out loud: the one who reminded them who they were, and where they had come from, and who had taught them.

Xaldin, and the Dusks would be rowdier, less obedient. Xigbar, and they would all be less relaxed, or maybe less on their toes. Or both.

If Xemnas was destroyed, there would be pandemonium.

He himself… it went without saying that everyone would feel less safe, if someone as strong as Number Five could vanish into oblivion.

And…

He still had nightmares, even without a heart. He still woke up in a cold sweat sometimes, listening with all his might for the soft breathing coming from the other side of the room, any sign that his nightmare wasn't true; that Zexion had not been struck down, had not lay pouring his lifeblood out in Lexaeus' arms, had not gone terribly pale and cold and still and dead until the earth rose to swallow him up.


18. Lexaeus/Buried


A/N: Silly Lex, don't you know that Nobodies don't leave bodies to bury? Ah well, it's his nightmare...

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