Night 52: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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[From here]The amount of thin lights and hushed voices thinned greatly as Xemnas made his way further down the corridor, cloaking the area in a silent and deserted darkness. Silence was what drifted even from beyond the doors leading to the Sun room, a silence that may have been eerie to those who had the essence to be gripped by such a primal

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It had been a foolish question. The assumption wasn't wrong: after all, in order to get to most of the rooms used during the day, one had to pass those very doors. Which one served as leading into the Entry Room was fairly obvious. The layout hadn't changed by nightfall. Uryuu shook his head, disgusted with how moronic the question had been. Though the door to the field had been open, he'd simply expected that the front doors would be locked. Which didn't make his complete lapse of sense any more reasonable: once they'd continued in the main hallway, Kratos-san's intent must have been obvious. Before he could address his idiocy, the man spoke again, then was interrupted.

If any small virtue could be gleaned from the words that followed, it was that Uryuu's feeling of stupidity had been erased, replaced completely by a storm of emotion. He'd have preferred to feel stupid. Attending to every syllable with care, his eyes widened, breath catching at the sounds of pain coming from the woman. His indignation on her behalf, and compulsion to dash off and attempt some idiotic rescue, almost deafened him to the rest of it. Wherein his eyes narrowed. The self-righteous speech of a hypocrite himself, pot and kettle, how old, how uninspired.

Uryuu had little interest in having someone else's morality spoon fed to him. What he was, why he fought, even his understanding of the outside world; it was his business. He might have dismissed it, had those last words not echoed, had the lights not swelled, forcing his own arm up. As his vision recovered, speckled with red, he saw it--

just out of the corners of his eyes, his shadow holding the pose of arm lifted after he'd dropped his. But when he looked directly, head moving sharply, it was in place. A stabilizing breath; as the lights calmed, he composed himself.

"Theatrics," he said, as if unimpressed. It didn't mean he was disregarding it; quite the opposite. At the question, Uryuu nodded, and moved through the door.

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