Woah, woah, we're on number terms, now? What happened, was there a real split this time? I mean, don't get me wrong, I'd run anyway if I saw the Boss-man or ol' X-fa--uh, or Saïx coming, but..... even Xigbar, too?
[Names have power, alright. More power than he'd ever known, even if he'd instinctively understood it. It's why he'd tossed nicknames at so many--the Big Six, the Big Guy, the Boss-man, Old X-Face, Old Man Winter--of them, especially those in a position of power over him, and why he'd scrambled to correct himself now, realizing that Axel and Saïx are friends. Or at least, were friends at one point, given the way Lea is acting..... Haaah, he really has been out of the loop with things like this.
That's only been partly intentional. Since when has he ever been in the loop? He's never had anyone to know his true name, much less say it to him--he's always had to keep it close to his heart, or lack thereof, to tell it to himself, remind himself over and over who he is in his music. He's never had anyone in the Organization--and isn't that a big, impersonal name?--care enough to keep him informed, or include him in important updates and decisions that didn't involve the whole group. He's the first outsider, after all, the first true Neophyte, and they'd taken care to keep him that way. What did it matter, then, if he took no pains to try and avail himself of more knowledge? If he consciously avoided becoming a player important enough in any way to warrant being informed about anything?
Names are power, and so is knowledge. Zexion and Vexen had always loved to point that fact out. Knowledge is power, but ignorance is safety--and given the choice, in a crew like theirs, he would always pick the latter. No wonder the more Myde talks, the more he probably makes it clear that he honestly knows nothing about the situation at hand, whether it's what kind of danger they're facing, or what happened to the others. He obviously hasn't made contact with anyone else yet, not even on the hero's side of things. He even looks mildly put out by the news; Xigbar and Luxord had been the closest things he'd had to friends in the Organization, after all. He'd always known that Xigbar was an asshole, but he'd never really minded so much, as long as it wasn't directed at him, but..... If nobody knows what happened to Luxord--or Marluxia, or (good riddance) Larxene, or even Roxas.....--, then.....
.....Speaking of Roxas. Myde grimaces outright at the suggestion, shaking his head and picking at the edge of one sodden sleeve.]
No way. I'll take my chances in Atlantica or the Pridelands. Disney Castle is where that duck and dog are from, right? They'd kill me again the second I turned up on their doorstep, no questions asked. Those two--and even Roxas..... they didn't even hesitate at all.
[Myde's expression darkens a little at the thought--at the memory, and he moves to slide back into the hot tub; he's already gotten soaked, after all. He may as well enjoy it, clothed or not. It's an odd change, from how he usually acts; even with Lea declaring how serious the conversation is, it's the first thing to break his typical smiles and laughter.]
And they said we were the ones who didn't have hearts..... I would've let 'em in. If they'd been willing to back off, we could've made a deal. Everyone knew what was going to happen when I was picked for that fight.
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[Names have power, alright. More power than he'd ever known, even if he'd instinctively understood it. It's why he'd tossed nicknames at so many--the Big Six, the Big Guy, the Boss-man, Old X-Face, Old Man Winter--of them, especially those in a position of power over him, and why he'd scrambled to correct himself now, realizing that Axel and Saïx are friends. Or at least, were friends at one point, given the way Lea is acting..... Haaah, he really has been out of the loop with things like this.
That's only been partly intentional. Since when has he ever been in the loop? He's never had anyone to know his true name, much less say it to him--he's always had to keep it close to his heart, or lack thereof, to tell it to himself, remind himself over and over who he is in his music. He's never had anyone in the Organization--and isn't that a big, impersonal name?--care enough to keep him informed, or include him in important updates and decisions that didn't involve the whole group. He's the first outsider, after all, the first true Neophyte, and they'd taken care to keep him that way. What did it matter, then, if he took no pains to try and avail himself of more knowledge? If he consciously avoided becoming a player important enough in any way to warrant being informed about anything?
Names are power, and so is knowledge. Zexion and Vexen had always loved to point that fact out. Knowledge is power, but ignorance is safety--and given the choice, in a crew like theirs, he would always pick the latter. No wonder the more Myde talks, the more he probably makes it clear that he honestly knows nothing about the situation at hand, whether it's what kind of danger they're facing, or what happened to the others. He obviously hasn't made contact with anyone else yet, not even on the hero's side of things. He even looks mildly put out by the news; Xigbar and Luxord had been the closest things he'd had to friends in the Organization, after all. He'd always known that Xigbar was an asshole, but he'd never really minded so much, as long as it wasn't directed at him, but..... If nobody knows what happened to Luxord--or Marluxia, or (good riddance) Larxene, or even Roxas.....--, then.....
.....Speaking of Roxas. Myde grimaces outright at the suggestion, shaking his head and picking at the edge of one sodden sleeve.]
No way. I'll take my chances in Atlantica or the Pridelands. Disney Castle is where that duck and dog are from, right? They'd kill me again the second I turned up on their doorstep, no questions asked. Those two--and even Roxas..... they didn't even hesitate at all.
[Myde's expression darkens a little at the thought--at the memory, and he moves to slide back into the hot tub; he's already gotten soaked, after all. He may as well enjoy it, clothed or not. It's an odd change, from how he usually acts; even with Lea declaring how serious the conversation is, it's the first thing to break his typical smiles and laughter.]
And they said we were the ones who didn't have hearts..... I would've let 'em in. If they'd been willing to back off, we could've made a deal. Everyone knew what was going to happen when I was picked for that fight.