[Voice] Chapter XI: Discordia's Giftings
[Zexion's voice fluctuates...he sighs, and sounds tired as one who has gotten little sleep in the past few days, anxious and pensive as ever, but there's something curiously a bit more vibrant in his undertone than usual, if you've known him well.]
The nature of horrors I have encountered in these days past is not anything I wish to recount, so I would beg you each bar all curiosities. I am alive, among you again, and I am of sound consciousness.
I do not suspect we might safely call this a 'recovery period', just yet.
But I am weary, and I might venture that others require a warm meal as well.
....If I might have invitation to assist you at the stockpot again, Aaron?
[Private // To Organization XIII // Unhackable]
In light of recent events, It would be fair to assume that the importance our next gathering, this Friday, is the equivalent of mandatory.
Please remember to keep record of your progress, for ease of assembling our efforts cohesively.
Saix is right, our defenses could use serious reassessment.
[Private // Xigbar, Saix, Vexen // Unhackable]
While the Lady Ataxia maintains the raid on our stronghold and the brutish nature of our apprehension was an unintentional, I would remind you there is no need for this allegation to be made public.
...In other words, I prefer that our personal accounts would stick to the same truth, so that we might deny any preferential treatment.
[Discordia's Notebook // Handwritten]
And now to put this endowment to the test, if your generosities outweigh the oversight in hospitable reception.
As promised, an account of the experiment :
The change was at first nearly unnoticeable, until I set foot in World's End. The atmosphere here is one of immediate despair and apprehension, of fear and taut, expectant wait, of loss and grief...and these feelings long unaccounted for by the absence of my own heart now register as if they were my own. Thereupon I received a startling surge of alert strength along with the intensity of the sentiment as well. The closer in proximity to these residents, the more power I am able to draw and feel directly from their immediate affectations.
I can pinpoint the thrumming of each heart, the tone and shade of each. It is certain that among these, I will find at least some palatable. It has been years since anything has registered with such clarity.
If you expect a grand showing from me, I am sorry to disappoint, but I will take this gift largely for observational purposes, and will keep outward display of these new experiences self-contained. However, it cannot be denied that I have an developed a quick whet appetite for emotion, and so I will have further anecdotal accounts for you shortly.
The nature of horrors I have encountered in these days past is not anything I wish to recount, so I would beg you each bar all curiosities. I am alive, among you again, and I am of sound consciousness.
I do not suspect we might safely call this a 'recovery period', just yet.
But I am weary, and I might venture that others require a warm meal as well.
....If I might have invitation to assist you at the stockpot again, Aaron?
[Private // To Organization XIII // Unhackable]
In light of recent events, It would be fair to assume that the importance our next gathering, this Friday, is the equivalent of mandatory.
Please remember to keep record of your progress, for ease of assembling our efforts cohesively.
Saix is right, our defenses could use serious reassessment.
[Private // Xigbar, Saix, Vexen // Unhackable]
While the Lady Ataxia maintains the raid on our stronghold and the brutish nature of our apprehension was an unintentional, I would remind you there is no need for this allegation to be made public.
...In other words, I prefer that our personal accounts would stick to the same truth, so that we might deny any preferential treatment.
[Discordia's Notebook // Handwritten]
And now to put this endowment to the test, if your generosities outweigh the oversight in hospitable reception.
As promised, an account of the experiment :
The change was at first nearly unnoticeable, until I set foot in World's End. The atmosphere here is one of immediate despair and apprehension, of fear and taut, expectant wait, of loss and grief...and these feelings long unaccounted for by the absence of my own heart now register as if they were my own. Thereupon I received a startling surge of alert strength along with the intensity of the sentiment as well. The closer in proximity to these residents, the more power I am able to draw and feel directly from their immediate affectations.
I can pinpoint the thrumming of each heart, the tone and shade of each. It is certain that among these, I will find at least some palatable. It has been years since anything has registered with such clarity.
If you expect a grand showing from me, I am sorry to disappoint, but I will take this gift largely for observational purposes, and will keep outward display of these new experiences self-contained. However, it cannot be denied that I have an developed a quick whet appetite for emotion, and so I will have further anecdotal accounts for you shortly.