Darkness was nearly as a familiar as a security blanket, Zexion reflected as he slipped through the corridor unnoticed by the heartless. Not that they truly paid much mind to the Nobodies when they traveled. They were mostly ignored, a thing that Zexion couldn't decide whether he should feel relief or not. Blue eyes closed slightly as he paused, halfway through the portal just relaxing in the darkness. Most would find it odd, to savor the smell and felling of darkness, but the Illusionist's element counted upon the darkness to work. And he had been in the darkness for more of his life than not. Others, older than he could still remember what it felt like to be human, at times the Schemer felt that he didn't. He had been a child when the darkness had enticed him and drew him into it's embrace, and truth be told, he'd feel lost without it.
Cornflower coloured eyes flickered open as he finished his moment of serenity, deliberately stepping quicker to leave the corridor of darkness behind. The world lay outspread before him, a world he'd only read about existing, one that had existed in his childhood but had been destroyed shortly before Xehanort had turned up in Radiant Gardens and joined them in the castle. The world was a barren wasteland, battle worn and scarred by the war that had gone on long before Zexion's life had even started. Still, from where he'd appeared, he could see the field below full of dead and useless keyblades.
Compelled, he began what looked to be a long walk to find a way down into the ravine.
