Eighth...

[ilusionoscura]

[The same darkened room, chairs and books remain placed in order. On the bed, there's a younger version of the Nobody sitting, hugging holding a thick black tome, the Lexicon. The oversized robes of the organization are still useful, clinging to his form]This place... is not a library. But it is empty... I like how it is. I would like to find a

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[icy_scholar]

Do not worry, VI.

I will... [an amused smirk from the Nobody here] look after you.

[ilusionoscura]

...VI? You .. you look old. Who are you?

[icy_scholar]

Yes, you are VI. OLD?! I am IV but you may call me Vexen.

[ilusionoscura]

Numbering each other? Vexen... May I ask why an elderly person like you would look after a child like me?

[icy_scholar]

Out of...concern, naturally.

[ilusionoscura]

Do you know me?... I don't know... I like being alone.

[icy_scholar]

I do know you, very well in fact.

There are those who would wish to not leave you alone, however.

[ilusionoscura]

But I don't know you... though I feel more comfortable between older people than children.

[icy_scholar]

Then you shall stay with me, Zexion.

I advise you not to wander as well.

[ilusionoscura]

If you know me... and my name then... why why can't I remember who you are?

[icy_scholar]

I will have to determine the effect of this is on your memories, it seems you have regressed in age.

[ilusionoscura]

I admit... I don't remember what I was doing a couple of hours before this.

[icy_scholar]

How interesting. I will have to run a few tests then, it seems.

[ilusionoscura]

Tests?

[icy_scholar]

For your own good, of course.

[ilusionoscura]

What... sort of tests?