Experiments are what I do.
I cut open an innocent boy screaming.
All I respond with is a laugh.
I tear out his heart.
The screams have stopped.
That made me sad but whatever.
Another heart to be tested on.
I throw it in a jar with others like it.
Xehanort disposes of the boy's body.
I motion to Zexion to bring whose next.
It was a young boy I knew, Isa.
He screamed and cried for his friend Lea.
I silence him by stabbing his heart.
Then I cut it out and put it with the rest.
Next up was Lea, and he saw his friend's corpse.
Zexion forced in our new subject.
All of us smiled, me in particular.
Experiments are what I do after all.
I began to laugh.
Lea began to scream.
No matter, we did the same thing to him.
All of us did the same thing to endless amounts of people.
They were all just subjects anyways.
Those people only lived for our experiments.
With every kill done by my bloodied hand,
my laugh became more demented and sadistic.
Men, women, elders, children, babies, animals,
they all died by the knife in my red hands.
Experiments are what I live for.
Experiments should be what everyone lives for.