third moonrise ☾ third life
[The video feed is on, though there isn't any evidence of someone actually turning it on. It shows Saïx's house -- his room, to be more specific, which is decorated in a spartan fashion save for a very few trinkets that a detail-oriented eye may spot -- and it is... quiet. Silent, really. Saïx is lying on his bed, his back, tucked in too perfectly, as if he wasn't the one who settled himself in.
His eyes are open. His breathing is even. The room is too quiet. There is no movement save for the rise and fall of Saïx's chest and the blinking of his eyes for a long time.
After at least ten minutes of this riveting footage, Saïx shifts. He sits up, pulls the covers away from him, and slides his legs so his (boot-clad) feet touch the floor. He is in dressed in full in his Organization-standard coat, but... There are rips and tears all over, and it's clear that he'll need another one. Despite its condition, Saïx himself doesn't seem any worse for wear; there may be dried blood, but there are no obvious wounds.
After a long moment, he presses a hand to his chest -- over his heart -- and murmurs to himself, as if repeating someone else's words.]
"Isn't that what this was for...?"
His eyes are open. His breathing is even. The room is too quiet. There is no movement save for the rise and fall of Saïx's chest and the blinking of his eyes for a long time.
After at least ten minutes of this riveting footage, Saïx shifts. He sits up, pulls the covers away from him, and slides his legs so his (boot-clad) feet touch the floor. He is in dressed in full in his Organization-standard coat, but... There are rips and tears all over, and it's clear that he'll need another one. Despite its condition, Saïx himself doesn't seem any worse for wear; there may be dried blood, but there are no obvious wounds.
After a long moment, he presses a hand to his chest -- over his heart -- and murmurs to himself, as if repeating someone else's words.]
"Isn't that what this was for...?"