Juxtapose

It still amazed him how close they had become. Though they rarely talked to one another, they had somehow formed this deep, unspoken understanding of one another. Both instinctively trusted the other and that scared them more than anything.

Trust was supposed to be something that was earned. You trust the wrong person, you die. It was simple as that. Both had learned that the hard way.

They were completely comfortable in the other's presence, feeling no need to push the other. When questions were asked, each knew there was a damn good reason for it. The questions were always answered but not necessarily in the form of words. Sometimes just a look sufficed.

Neither knew anything but the basics about the other's past and some how they knew everything. There was a quiet admiration for the obstacles they knew each had endured. And they knew there would be plenty more ahead.

When they did talk, it tended to be rather sardonic in nature, if not out-right sarcastic. Get a bit of alcohol in them and they were down right sociable with each other. It was as if when they were together, the past that both kept themselves chained to so tightly loosened its hold, if only just a bit.

They always trained together, pushing the other as far as they could. It was debatable who was the better fighter but that was an argument neither truly wanted to purse. They worked together well, balancing their strengths and weaknesses.

Often they worked as a pair, facing off against Heartless and Nobodies back to back. They didn't need to work out battle plans or strategies; they simply understood what the other would do. Together, they made for a very formidable team.

So now, standing side by side gazing out at the now empty canyon below the mountain face they simply waited. For what, neither was quite certain of but it didn't matter. They weren't alone anymore and that was enough.