‘ i am not worth saving & i am not worth redemption. let me stay in the dark. ’
“Is that what you think?”
Children has weakness. You pick at it, like a scab, and the weakness bleeds out. Gently chipping at their faults would help shape them over time. That is what a good mentor does; they figure out their pupil’s weaknesses and help pick at it, making it bleed out, and wash away. They were some of the unlucky ones: the pupils who didn’t have good mentors. Their mentors picked at the wounds to the point they got bigger, reached in, and tugged until they found the most crippling bit. Until he found the most crippling bit.
Darkness is in everything after all.
His words almost carry a chuckle to them, a soft roll of noise that might be familiar to Saïx. The Nobody that was made from this body shared some of this body’s cues after all-- his body’s cues. The lines of individuality blurred years ago, when memories were scattered by an act of good will, and youthful determination was paired with aged cunning. He is still there though, despite it all. He lingers, despite his failures, and his misguided actions. He will never stop fighting. He hopes he’s not the only one.
“Do you like it? The Darkness. How it aches and creeps inside. These coats-- they don’t do much. It’s a band-aid on a wound, but there’s still poison being dribbled on top. If you stay you know what will happen.” Did he have a choice? Did they have a choice? Yes. “I don’t remember you being the type to back down.”
Darkness cannot exist without Light after all.