[It was time. Time for all those things best described as inevitable to pass. Xemnas had waited in seclusion as hours had turned to days and weeks. He had perused the library at odd hours and responded to Post-it note messages relayed by Dusks. He had watched and listened. He had slept. And when Roxas had posted his entry, voice cut into ragged tones by that mysterious illness sweeping the city, he had stepped through a portal and made his way to the boy's room.]
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Date: 2010-04-16 03:29 am (UTC)Selfless, even with the end looming before you...
[He wonders aloud as he appears near the bed.]