[There's a faint twitch in Xemnas' smile. He closes then reopens his eyes. Too easy. Xemnas repositions his hand over the boy's, curling his gloved fingers in tight to take hold of the handle. The weapon's tip still hovers before the boy's chest. Too simple. There's precious little thought required to execute the movement. He draws the blade back only to thrust it forward, neatly skewering the Nobody seated in front of him.
He might as well be pressing a fork into a bite of dry, tasteless meat. Any hint of emotion the smile had lent him vanishes when those upturned corners of his mouth flatten out. Too helpless, that bearer of the Keyblade. Xemnas watches him impassively as he forces the Keyblade on through and twists it hard.
Mercy killing. Perhaps that's what it really is. The Superior finds the button on the communicator still tucked in his pocket and presses it.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
[comment log]
Date: 2010-04-16 10:13 am (UTC)He might as well be pressing a fork into a bite of dry, tasteless meat. Any hint of emotion the smile had lent him vanishes when those upturned corners of his mouth flatten out. Too helpless, that bearer of the Keyblade. Xemnas watches him impassively as he forces the Keyblade on through and twists it hard.
Mercy killing. Perhaps that's what it really is. The Superior finds the button on the communicator still tucked in his pocket and presses it.]