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[If anyone goes by Ansem's room, they'll find that the door is open. And inside is a mess. Anything personal besides clothing and two photographs has been torn to shreds, and written on the walls, filling every space that can be found. It's a scratch, a scrawl, only legible because they're numbers. Xehanort sits on the edge of his bed, face buried in hand as countless voices haunt him, whispers of those he had murdered in his pursuit of science. Perhaps his parents are there somewhere. He's not sure, the voices are much too loud too close together too cruel...]
How could you do this to me?
I had a family!
--Never leaving you alone for destroying my life!
[He doesn't say a word, just takes the abuse. The only sound he makes is the occasional fit of coughing due to his still weakened lungs. He is still as a statue, and free to be bothered--if anyone dares.]
How could you do this to me?
I had a family!
--Never leaving you alone for destroying my life!
[He doesn't say a word, just takes the abuse. The only sound he makes is the occasional fit of coughing due to his still weakened lungs. He is still as a statue, and free to be bothered--if anyone dares.]