Second.

[ilusionoscura]

[The image flickers to life, Zexion is seen sitting before the Sphere, his hands upon his lips]Paranoia, insomnia, terror, the indescribable fear afflicting vulnerable minds

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[distantallure]

[Almost curious tone, but not... quite. It's more the tone of someone who feels he might as well ask.] What kind of advice could you offer them?

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[distantallure]

The only surprise would be if they could manage to surprise us at all.

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[ilusionoscura]

So it seems you have read my mien...

[His eyes slightly arrow, seeing in the silver-haired stranger a possible ally.]

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[distantallure]

And what are you going to do about it? [Sounds faintly amused, but you're less of a waste of time to talk to them the rest.]

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[ilusionoscura]

So far, nothing. I am certain you are nothing like them, besides... none of them can be considered as your brethren.

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[distantallure]

I told you, none of those here share Mother's cells. At least you managed to remember.

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[ilusionoscura]

How could I forget those details?

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[distantallure]

It just means you were paying attention.

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[ilusionoscura]

I tend to remember everything said.

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[distantallure]

So one of you fools can think. [It's said more as a general observation than an insult, accompanied by a light nod.]

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[ilusionoscura]

I should be pleased you admit that, Yazoo. I am intrigued to learn more about Mother and those who have been chosen.

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[distantallure]

Maybe I'll tell you sometime.