"You had promised you would keep me safe. Because of your actions, I have lost the last ten years of my life. Critical years of development." The young man ceased the careless fiddling with an object on the desk in front of him, turning his head to meet the gaze of his offender. "I now have no hopes of becoming what I could have been." His eyes narrow into a scowl. "I trusted you."
Even fell silent. He stared down at Ienzo with the strangely blank expression of someone whom words had utterly failed. The past between the was undeniable. He remembered the haze of the moments that had led up to their ultimate betrayal by Xehanort.
Even could only seem to review exactly where he had gone wrong, when he had been led astray, when he had been neglectful of his duties and much more attentive of his own desires. The moment he had forgotten to put Ienzo before his own well being had been his ultimate undoing. He could never forget the sensation of running through those empty halls, the darkness eating away at every single step he took, searching endlessly, fruitlessly for the child.
It had been too late, of course. Even’s brow knit. He peered down at his slender hands, watching as a curtain of hair splayed out in front of his face. “Ienzo, I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I’m so sorry. I tried...”
