Larxene—98
She likes to see them dance (at least she thinks she likes it). One step-two and jump and turn and three step-four and duck and five step repeat. Not quite eight beats, but lightning is finicky and she can call it and direct it, but if a piece wants to branch off it will. They dance strangely; like eels out of water. She can hear their pleas within her in the manner of all lesser Nobodies, but she doesn't care-can't-so she calls more lightning and they dance faster and the beats echo in her hollow chest.