Assignment
"His defeat was inevitable." Xemnas walked down the hall with Vexen, the blonde-haired scholar of the Organization. "His hasty impatience and short temper would have doomed him eventually. Sadly, he's not out of the picture yet. But the Keyblade Master did a pretty good job anyway."
"Speaking of Sora," Vexen added. "What are we going to do about him?"
"I'm sending Number Three to meet him at his next destination." Vexen stopped.
"Xaldin? How do you know he'll even accept this?" Xemnas stopped next to him.
"Because he's already left. He's a very loyal member of the team." The two continued walking down the hall. "Also on loyalty, you are proving yourself rather well. You and the others, especially Marluxia." He looked at Vexen. "That's just a little suspicious. You know what they say. Once a traitor-"
"Always a traitor." Vexen finished. "And that's why you're keeping us under close watch." Xemnas nodded once in response. "But are you sure Xaldin can handle this?"
"Of course." They walked into a dark room. If he couldn't, he wouldn't be here to have the title Whirlwind Lancer."
