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[cloakanddaikon]

[Outside the mess hall, just as the sun begins to set, there's a Nobody who has, it seemed, managed to find an old-fashioned ice cream churn. Every so often, he pauses to check the thickening pale blue cream inside, adding salt not only to the ice around the central container, but to the ice cream itself]

There. That should about do it.

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[paradigmlost]

[my ice cream senses are tingling]

[cloakanddaikon]

Good evening, Roxas.

[paradigmlost]

... hey Zexion.

[stands back a bit. kinda awkward. I want the ice cream, buuuuut.]

[cloakanddaikon]

It's been a while since I've seen you. Have you been well?

[it's a very familiar shade of blue, too]

[paradigmlost]

Kinda tired, I guess.

[I know D:]

[cloakanddaikon]

Would you like to sit down?

[paradigmlost]

... ...

[sits. still maintaining his distance.]

[cloakanddaikon]

You don't have to be quite so cautious. I have no ill intentions toward you, and you would moreover be quite capable of handling me even if I did.

[paradigmlost]

... yeah. You're right. I would kick your ass.

[comes closer!]

[cloakanddaikon]

There's little question of that.

It is an apology late in coming, but -- I'm sorry.

[paradigmlost]

...

Huh?

[cloakanddaikon]

Naminé and I spoke some, while she was here. The technology that was used against you -- a good deal of it was created from the work we did. From Castle Oblivion's research.

... it was never intended to be used like that. Not against our own.

[paradigmlost]

Wait. Are you saying --

[cloakanddaikon]

[waits]

[paradigmlost]

[shaking a bit. either from anger or something else.]

You bastards.

[cloakanddaikon]

Our research was to prevent those circumstances, not cause them.