Bunraku is Japanese for puppet theater. I like the word :D
Bunraku
Axel stood next to Saix, wishing he could ignore his presence. He didn't understand why he insisted on referring to Xion as a puppet. Why he said she was "broken."
He spoke about Xion like she was some worn out doll the Organization was fooling around with, and that once she broke there was no point in fixing her. Like she was so easily replaceable. Every time Saix said something bitter about her, it left a sour taste in his mouth.
Xion wasn't a doll. She wasn't a "puppet." She was Xion, and that was all that mattered to him.
OMG I can't believe this is almost done D: Tomorrow I shall update the last chapter ;; It makes me kind of sad... I hope you all read it XD