07.smother
Castle Oblivion. It was called Oblivion for a reason, he knew. It obliterated. It took their lives, it took their souls, and twisted them into what it would have them be. He hated the Castle. Stupid castle, what right did it have to take away all they'd known, anyway? A smirk on his face. It couldn't take away his spark, a flame encased in a rigid heart of ice. He was the Master of Duality, wielder of flame and frost. He was unstoppable, Castle and Marluxia be damned.
So when it was a woman that made him start to crumble, he began to wonder. Women. Such worthless little doll-creatures. Perfect in looks and imperfect in mastering their own hearts. To keep their passion, they became too involved, and when they wanted to remain aloof, they smothered their spark of life. Such a precarious balance.
When she told him she didn't love him, the water dripping from his ice enclosure finally smothered that bothersome flame. Who needed passion, anyway?
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