A/N: If Axel is as human as the Organization gets, then Saïx is a machine. I believe he's the picture of what Nobodies really are underneath their emotion acting. No wonder they want their hearts back.
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"No. VII: Saïx, the Luna Diviner"
By Erik Larence
The worst of all truths
Is far better than
The best of all lies.
I feel nothing but stale emptiness.
This is my reality.
Pretending contrary is a futile act,
A play in which I'll not perform.
Memories of emotion are just that:
Memories, things to hold and cherish,
Not to live in.
If I must be bereft of heart and cold,
Then so shall it be.
It is the worst of all truths.
A/N: My best friend wasn't fond of Saïx at all; he basically called him a flat, unexpressive character... I felt like that was selling him a bit short, and this poem was born from that. He's a serious person who doesn't like to play around with useless acting, or at least that's what I think of him...
Halfway through — seven down, six to go.