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[Zexion is sitting in a chair, a large book open on his lap. He's reading silently, until his head rises slowly]
Something...is new in the air. New scents. [He closes the book and stands, going to the window.]
...Ah, yes. I'd recognize it anywhere. Demyx. Well, this is going to be interesting. I'll need to speak to him at some point, I suppose.
[He returns to his seat, picks up his book, and sits again, pondering a moment.]
So many familiar faces are turning up. I wonder who else will show. Perhaps Vexen, or Saix, or Xemnas. Hm.
Something...is new in the air. New scents. [He closes the book and stands, going to the window.]
...Ah, yes. I'd recognize it anywhere. Demyx. Well, this is going to be interesting. I'll need to speak to him at some point, I suppose.
[He returns to his seat, picks up his book, and sits again, pondering a moment.]
So many familiar faces are turning up. I wonder who else will show. Perhaps Vexen, or Saix, or Xemnas. Hm.