Haha, I have been gone for quite some time, and for that, I apologize. College is tough work and I was having a lot of trouble adjusting. I swear, my teachers think I am superhuman with the amount of work they give... XD Anyway, we had a request awhile back for some character development of Korin. I was more than happy to comply, haha. This scene has been planned for quite some time--it's rather small for a chapter, haha, but it's what I have right now that is worth posting. I'll get posting again SOON, though. Promise. THANK YOU to everyone that kept reading while I was gone... :D I appreciate it lots.

As she did it, she didn't feel remorseful—Ran groomed her to be emotionless when it came to her tasks, and there was a reason she was a leader—she was the best. Face stone cold, they screamed; she didn't respond. Her eyes went strangely blank as if predicting what was to come for those her glacial expression terrified. Ran instructed her to make quick of them—easy. With robotic precision, she executed, and they fell.

Her mind, a machine, rarely strayed from its task, rarely encumbered her with emotion, rarely behaved like a normal person's mind. She wasn't normal or anything near it, which is perhaps why the strange heat of an unfamiliar shame creeping up her cheeks as she performed her task bothered her so deeply. Nothing was wrong with doing what Ran asked… frankly, it was about to become the only way to survive. These people deserved to die… at least, that's what she was supposed to believe.

The darkness in Korin's eyes had never been such an invasive charcoal before. Having left Hollow Bastion to complete her mission, she felt strangely devoid of magic—almost as if a giant vacuum had viciously sucked every ounce of power from her body. Feeling weak meant feeling uncomfortable, though the efficacy her magic still worked with bolstered her confidence bit by bit as people began to die at her hands. Avenging Hiro was all she wanted, and with the dull thud of each body, she moved one step closer. At least… that's what she was supposed to think.

She loved her brother. Her eyes grew darker and fiercer as she mulled over her solitary position. Being alone normally didn't bother her. The house was empty—nothing living save her—but her contemplation stalled her from quickly attending to the next victims. Hiro would condone what she was doing, she knew he would. He raised her to be tough and look after herself. Of course he'd want her to kill the girl that was responsible for his death. Sharp, clear images of a flashbulb memory burned in her mind, projecting the images she smothered for years in front of her eyes. Every detail of his facial expression just before Naminé's spell blasted him obscured her vision; with a great mental heave, she disposed of the painful moment for the thousandth time (luckily it had taken over while she was conscious, since she couldn't stop it from dominating her dreams) and moved on to the next home and the next victims.

As they died, she vaguely wondered—very uncharacteristic of her—whether the faces of their children or siblings were flashing before their eyes; whether they had realized the doppelgangers that she dismantled first, whether they wondered where their real children or siblings were. With each murder, her eyes fell deeper into the midnight abyss conquering them. She didn't feel badly for what she had done… Naminé needed to be destroyed, after all, and while she lived, Korin wouldn't rest.

Truthfully, she wasn't sure luring them back to a place so surrounded with defenseless, fragile humans was the best idea. On Ran's part, it was brilliant—they would surrender to prevent the harm of others, and die a pathetic death… and then Ran would be in control. How would life be? Would life be at all?

Truthfully, Korin wasn't so sure.

A very eerie (and informative) view through Korin's eyes. I'll be back soon... :D

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