He laughs. It’s not a pleasant sound, especially now that his voice isn’t muffled by his helmet and he truly does sound like Sora, or at least a slightly darker reflection of him. “I’m Vanitas,” he says, grinning. “Though you’re not too far off.”
It’s really nice to surprise people, and this type of smug jackass is the best kind to surprise. “See, I stole his face – or he gave me his, whatever.” He shrugs. “I mean, if you want the sordid details, Master Jackass decided to see what would happen if he ripped the darkness out of his apprentice’s heart; for the shits and giggles, I guess? Either way, boom, here I am, and the only reason neither of us died is ‘cause of Sora.”
He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Of course, apparently making me help him so I could go back to where I belong wasn’t enough of using me for the bastard, so after all that he somehow managed to rip me right back out of Ventus. Again.”
He doesn’t really care about someone knowing his stupid tragic backstory, honestly. It’s not a big deal. “So yeah, long story short, I’m a monster, blah blah blah blah, the old man’s a dick.”
He shrugs, and then fixes the man with a sharp, golden-eyed stare. “You really still in this for your own plans, then, pink-hair?” He asks, voice low and…not desperate, but sharp and angry and edged like glass. “I want to hear ‘em.”
“...Vanitas, then.” Hmm. Perhaps it’s a fitting name, albeit a depressing one. The fact that Sora’s voice is coming from him is also uncanny in its own way, but Marluxia finds he’s growing accustomed to it.
He listens – absorbing the strange tale the Sora lookalike shares – until Vanitas finally says the name that changes everything.
Marluxia’s heart (if he has one, that is) seethes with righteous anger. What did Xehanort think he was doing? Of course, his and Ventus’ history is separated from the present by...what, a decade now? Perhaps he shouldn’t be allowed to feel such rage at this past indignity, but he knows Ventus. Or did, at some point. Ven, so good-natured and easily influenced, never would have deserved such an indignity.
“So...you’re part of Ventus. More or less.” Marluxia closes his eyes for a moment, brow furrowed.
When they open again, his gaze is focused and cold, his mind made up.
“I told you before that I had my priorities, and that doesn’t change now. I’ll try to keep this short,” he says.
“You clearly don’t know me, but my name is Marluxia. Long ago, I was acquainted with your other half, Ventus. This was many years before you were created. At some point we were separated, and this was when he was found by Xehanort.” The story is truncated at best, but it’ll have to do for now.
“Rather recently, I heard that Ven was still out there...somewhere. And that there were people searching for him. Considering Xehanort’s past actions, it is clear that he shouldn’t be the one to recover him.” For once, there is a grain of truth in Marluxia’s words. “I’m sure you’re smart enough to see where I’m going with this.”
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