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You would think these sights would be familiar to him by now. The same orangeburst sky, the same bricked patterned buildings, the same clueless people traversing the area, and there, unfortunately, was even the same stench in the air. Ienzo walked through the pathways of the town with unknown reasoning. Before there was drive towards wandering the plains. Discovering the Heartless that continuously attacked these areas and leading them towards Roxas and Vexen’s experiment. The keybladers displayed great strength and he wished he had more time to witness their power, but more importantly their control. Was it their heart that allowed them to handle such strength and courage? Riku was at the verge of faltering because of the darkness. He watched him and studied him. Calculations to his emotional stability were taken into account and when his plan was in motion the boy suddenly found strength at the peak of his destruction. But where did this strength come from? The boy was no match for illusions until he melded with the darkness within him. How did that sort of power even bond within a kid? It was all blasphemy and unexplainable to him but…everything did have an answer. Despite the constant yearning for knowledge and understanding, on the sane side of observation complained to Vexen, Ienzo couldn’t be mad or upset with Riku or Ax…correction, Lea. The end result provided him his body again. No longer just a vessel with drive he was now in possession of his emotions, of his path, of his fate. But what exactly did that mean? Even here in a world where he dedicated so much effort and work he was lost as to what was next. Was he still a apart of the Organization and its plot or was he just an apprentice again? The powers he gained as a Nobody were still attached to him which meant he had a goal or reason to have them. Several of the themes in books he read described power and responsibility together. Now it just depended on what was…right? What was the conditions of the world? Was his thirst for completion the beginning of the end for the worlds? Was his involvement with the Organization minimal to a newer threat that lurked with the Darkness? Ienzo continued his stroll up and around the corner of Sundset Hill. He looked up and took in the scenery for a brief second. It was still odd to feel something when looking at these sights. Everything was so similar to his days of nothing. Folding his arms he overheard the sounds of the train passing under him. Still something old but yet something new was there too. He needed to find out what happened when Lea went to find the others. Was Sora still accomplishing this goal of bringing Kingdom Hearts back or had he defeated the Organization since Even, Dilan, Aeleus, and Lea awoke with him? Better yet…have Riku and Sora found each other? There were too many unknowns to be settled at this time. But who wielded the answers?

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The search for the Seven Princesses of Heart was on, and the inevitable clash of the light and dark would come in due time. While the others continued to play their part, and change the course of the tides in this war, Xemnas found this an opportunity to conduct some research of his own. Connections to the past of his former self would serve crucial in the times to come, for where there were answers to be found, retracing one's steps was always a helpful tool. With this in mind The Superior decided to seek out past associates to ascertain information on the Organization's enemies, and plant seeds of deception in their radiant gardens. Assets were always useful to the enigmatic group, and Xemnas was no stranger to the practice of acquiring such. The unanimous decision of the Seekers to manipulate Prince Eric's Royal Grand Ball in Atlantica was a prime example. The endeavor would doubtlessly provide them with even more advantage over Yen Sid's allies, and put them one step closer to arriving in the Keyblade Graveyard for the fated hour.

As The Superior sat upon his newly designated throne, formerly Xigbar's, in Where Nothing Gathers he contemplated his next phase of action. Black gloves rested upon the arms of the placid white chair, as the Progenitor of the Nobodies sat alone in silence. Many thoughts crossed his mind, many of which were never revealed to anyone, for Xemnas was among the most enigmatic beings to have ever walked the worlds. The depths of his mind held many secrets, and many conflict betwixt the influences of his two Somebodies. The cunning intellect of Xehanort inside him sought to focus upon the plans laid out by the Master, yet thoughts surrounding a pair of individuals from his past always interjected in moments like these. The Keybearers of the past, their faces and the memory of them were burned into who he was; an imprint left by the youth whom he used to exist as. The Chamber of Repose was a testament to one of these lose friends of his past, where relics that belonged to her sat in wait for his inevitable visitations. The conversations with the armor were always one sided, though they provided a sense of solace within the former Number One. Xemnas knew she would come for her possessions eventually, were she ever to return from where she had vanished; it was an assurance as truthful as Sora's inevitable arrival in this shell of a world. Another visit to the Chamber was in order in the near future.

Xemnas let his eyes slowly open to look upon the circular room, and let them drift among each of the thrones that surrounded his own. With each chair he looked upon, a transparent memory of their former occupants came into view; memories replaying inside the cunning mind of The Superior. Marluxia, Larxene, and Roxas, soon followed by Luxord and Demyx to either of their sides. They had all been foolish liabilities, with only Number Thirteen to have ever held any promise of results in his eyes. His eyes then moved to Axel and Zexion's thrones, where they stopped as Xemnas began to recall events that transpired within this very room. Lea's unexpected interference in the completion of the true Thirteen had cost them valuable time, which could have been put to use in gathering the Seven Lights. The pyromancer had always been a liability, despite his counterpart Saix turning out to be a successful candidate for the Seekers. The memory that sat next to Axel also held promise, but Zexion also had his share of vices. The other founding members of the first Organization were strong in heart, more so than the later recruits that had shown to be nothing short of incompetent. An intriguing thought then occurred to The Superior, given from what he remembered about Lea the last time he saw the Flurry of Dancing Flames.

The traitor had been strong enough to cultivate a new heart, much like how Roxas, Xigbar and himself had shown numerous signs of their burgeoning replacements. Were this possible to have come to pass, then surely the apprentices would meet a similar fate. This theory of The Superior's was known to be true, simply for the examples demonstrated by Xigbar and Lea in spectrum. If they had returned to the Somebodies they once were, then surely they would know the whereabouts of the former Number Eight. This was a suitable angle to approach the enemy from, and Xemnas knew there were only two worlds upon which they would resurface to call home. Believing time to have passed a sufficient amount for the others to have returned long enough to gain their bearings, Radiant Garden was immediately ruled out. With his destination now in mind, a Corridor of Darkness overtook the form of the enigmatic Unknown, leaving the room of thrones empty in his wake.

Twilight Town; a world that had always served as a base ground for experimentation, whether it was by his own hand or that of Ansem the Wise, who had conspired to abduct the former Number Thirteen of the Organization. There were many memories attached to the heart of this world, which sat betwixt the Realms of Light and Dark. The Superior of the In-Between found it a suitable world to enact his experiments with the Keyblade and Heartless, for as it dwindled more closely to the Light than other worlds of twilight, it was still a place where Heartless were known to gather in their hunts. The multiple missions carried out on behalf of the feckless failed members of the first group, had supplied enough beneficial results to empower his artificial Kingdom Hearts in the World That Never Was. The manipulation of Xehanort's fellow apprentices ensured him a core of pawns, upon which he expanded to surround them with additional Nobodies. They served their limited purposes well, however, lost sight of their true goal along the way. While few of them had the potential to serve as the Seekers of Darkness, the majority had their indifference with such a task, and were put to use in eliminating those unworthy of bearing Xehanort's heart. All but two were felled in the process of weeding out the insignificant, and the Dark Master's younger self had ensured their passage through time to serve that purpose.

The Superior's Corridor opened a few feet from Ienzo's presence, and closed as the Nobody exited its depths. The hooded man wasted no time to cast aside the shroud of his cloak's hood, as he reached up to pull the fabric down to his shoulders, revealing his lengthy silver hair and notable features to the Somebody before him. He recognized Ienzo as an intellect much like himself, and saw the likelihood of combat to be near minimal in this confrontation, though intimidation was a factor he would always present to those who opposed him. "So it would seem you were not to be kept by the abysmal darkness after all. A fortunate development indeed," spoke Xemnas with a shell of a smile to his former comrade of the cloak. "I can see I am not the only one who bears a new heart. Tell me old friend, is it memory or curiosity that has brought you back to this place?" The Superior would waste no time with formalities or cryptic banter, cutting straight to the chase to inquire why the Cloaked Schemer was here of all worlds. Did the former Number Six believe this town to hold something for him? As with anything involving a tactician, there was always more than met the eye under the surface of things.

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It wouldn’t surprise anyone who knew the Cloaked Schemer that several questions were fueling his mind at the moment. As a scientist it was expected to always learn and retrieve information. This information provided key details for action and his time in the Organization proved to serve just that purpose. His endeavors coincided with Vexen’s for discovery and retrieving the most essential of information for the Organization. Discovery of worlds possessed by Heartless to strategize which teams would be sent where was key to his participation and something he took pride in. Thankfully his vision was not as…deranged as the Chilly Academic and he avoided the creation side of discovery. He preferred to find, plan, and watch the action happen. His plans were near perfect only truly failing with Riku who, honestly, was too unstable to produce a core solution to resolve. The Schemer frowned at the thought of his past dwellings. Everything had gone perfectly until The Superior chose him to participate in finding “that door” in Castle Oblivion. At the time it felt like a true honor to be sent on a mission of more importance than he could comprehend even now. What was in that door anyway and why was the mission ultimately impossible? Again more questions that fueled his mind and caused time to fly by as if they were leaves from the grandest oaks. There were many questions he wanted to throw at The Superior. Was he even…Xemnas anymore? Had he truly returned to being Xehanort? Within Ansem’s Study that appeared to be the only answer but he could only answer for Braig and Isa for their true location. Xehanort was truly the ultimate mystery to him. No matter how much he was thrown bits of curiosity and answers, which were several and beyond belief, he could never even wrap any piece into a conclusion. It was then that a chill raised upon his back as he heard the wisp of a Corridor open behind him. No one knew that he was here, especially this specific location. The appearance of the Corridor had to be completely unintentional, but then again he wasn’t a normal teenager anymore. Maybe it was Aeleus questioning his appearance back to this world, or worse, Even probing his intellect with more hypotheses to endeavor in this aftermath era. Neither of which he was honestly in the mood for. With the first word from The Superior’s mouth all thoughts flew from his mind. His entire body froze and his eyes bulged open for just a second. Thankfully, being great at recovering, he listened in to what Xemnas was saying to him. He always knew how to make a presence and just from his style of speaking he definitely was still Xemnas. Did Sora…fail? But wait…The Superior said he had a new heart? So Sora had succeeded or…? Instantly the several hypotheses for what occurred within his old home flustered his head. A typical pose of softly grasping his chin with his right hand naturally took place. Ienzo took a second to gather his thoughts together before answering to the man behind him. “You, as well as I, know that this world has been a haven to revealing answers in times that we needed them,” he spoke with more confidence than he possibly felt. He then turned towards his former leader and everything officially settled in. His bangs, still longer than they should, covered over the right side of his face. Even after everything there was still an intimidation factor between them and Ienzo was obviously not his equal. Looking at his face he saw the hidden plan that Xemnas always had prepared steps in advance written across it. “There are just several questions that have arisen in my absence.”

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The Cloaked Schemer had been one of the more promising among the few founders, for he respected the structure of the Organization, and its foundation even after they had become Nobodies. Unlike Aeleus, Even or Dilan, he saw the world and many of its aspects from a strategic yet scientific perspective. It allowed him to overlook the contradicting emotions of the inevitable heart that would eventually return to the void of his shell of a body, and be able to make decisions and calculations with a mindset of logic. The Chilly Academic could not fathom this, nor could the majority of those who proved themselves to be unsuited to the task of the group. Xemnas had taken a great amount of patience and time to allow his experiment to progress, and the results were as he had expected them to be. Though with every positive there was undoubtedly a negative, and the former Number Six had not been an exception to this clause. The lack of initiative was possibly his downfall, the need to research as a scientist had outweighed his sense of caution, inevitably leading to his downfall. Like many of the others sent to Castle Oblivion, emotions eventually got the better of him.

Regardless of how the past played out, there was still much use to be made of his former apprentices, and with Ienzo out here alone Xemnas found this opportunity to be beneficial for the Organization. His golden eyes remained fixated upon the Cloaked Schemer as the youth turned to face him, taking into account that his appearance had not altered since becoming a Somebody once more. This much could probably be said about the majority of the others. The Superior took several steps passed the shorter male, observing the sights of the town he had once spent so much time in. This was where most of the newer Nobodies had been found, the most prominent and special of which had been Roxas; a superb candidate to serve Xehanort's true goal, who would have been the perfect Thirteenth vessel. Were it not for the interference of Sora's allies, Xemnas was certain Roxas could have journeyed the same path as Xigbar, Saix and himself. Though with the way things had played out, only three of the first thirteen were able to make the trip with Master Xehanort's incarnation through time.

Time travel was possibly the last thing a scientist like Ienzo would ever begin to consider, were he to still question the reason behind The Superior's continued existence in the worlds. The very concept of the plan was sheer brilliance, devised by his own Heartless counterpart before his fall at the End of the World. While Xemnas sought to recruit vessels, test Sora, and ensure the Organization's progress; the Heartless had gathered the Seven Princesses through the Dark Master's connections, and journeyed to the past to instill powers of time upon his younger self. It was all a very vicious cycle, conspired by the most brilliant tactician to have ever lived. Everything, despite what failures had occurred along the way, had been accounted for and remedied with an alternative solution. No matter the naive efforts of Sora and his friends, the Organization had prospered and succeeded in its efforts to progress Xehanort's master plan. There was little anyone could do to stop the many cogs that were already turning, as the clock continued to tick away toward the fated clash at the Keyblade Graveyard.

As Xemnas contemplated Ienzo's words, a smirk formed on the face of the emotionless being, turning from the burning sunset of the town's panorama to look upon the youth once more. Curiosity was the answer to his own question, and it was rightfully placed in his nature as a scientist. It was even parallel to The Superior's own reasons for arriving here on this afternoon, for the inquisitive nature of a true man of science could never truly be sated. The need to possess knowledge was never ending with a being such as Xemnas, for much like Xehanort, he too wished to have the answers to the most intriguing mysteries of the universe. He in himself was a prime example of an experiment that had been a success, as with the creation of Heartless, the secret of the Seven Lights, and the splitting of Darkness from one's heart entirely. "The thirst for knowledge is never quenched for beings of our nature," began Xemnas to the Schemer, as he turned in full. His body cast a shadow over the smaller form of Ienzo, symbolically reminiscent of the darkness that Xehanort had cast upon his heart that fateful day in Ansem's lab. "Though it may be temporarily sated, there is always the desire for more. In this regard, we are no different than Heartless when consumed by this desire."

The Superior then turned from Ienzo to take several steps away, as the Nobody raised his hands to gesture to the setting sun, and the town upon which its radiance gleamed. "These worlds have seen much change, old friend. Surely you have seen signs since your return from the void. However, they are not so different from the hearts we once collected for the Organization, or ourselves," he spoke, as his hands were slowly lowered to his sides once more. The enigmatic Progenitor of the Nobodies shook his head as a deep chuckle escaped his lungs, before he cast a glance over his shoulder to Ienzo. "They feel and hurt as we do, may be split, corrupted, and cast into the darkness. They may dream while they sleep, exist between the realms, and even return to their rightful place when given enough time to nurture themselves." The Superior then smiled to himself as he regarded the factual evidence he had witnessed through time, which could attest to these words he was sharing. Unlike a naive boy such as Sora, Ienzo could fathom and understand such knowledge, such intellectual thinking. It was probably one of the many reasons why he held more authority than Even in the first group, for he was more collaborative than the blond caretaker, more open to hypothetical discussion and theory than the Chilly Academic. Though while Xemnas sought to explain the nature of similarity between the heart of a world, and the heart of a man, he wished to know exactly what questions were plaguing the mind of his former ally.

"Explain to me these questions which trouble you, Cloaked Schemer."

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Ienzo watched over The Superior’s actions and movements. As the figure walked past him he couldn’t help himself but to follow him with his eyes. The energy he evoked was incredible. He still had his grasp on Ienzo and the Cloaked Schemer could feel that rope. With each second it seemed to be tightening but in honestly he felt no reason to cut the rope. Their experiments and adventures, if one would agree with everything not just being a simple venture, had created some bond between them. It wasn’t one of friendship, as Sora would explain, but it wasn’t a simple boss and underling relationship either. The mysticism in this is what kept Ienzo, ironically, emotionless throughout everything. Time would quickly reveal if he would need to raise a wall or not. Listening to Xemnas’ words brought a soft smirk to Ienzo’s face. Not the gratifying evil smirk but just an honest smirk of relief. His words were truly powerful and on the same intellectual nature he loved to dwell in. He wasn’t battling the snarky remarks of II and wasn’t avoiding an interaction with IV. This was the purest form on interaction he enjoyed from The Superior over all others. Possibly the sole reason he provided a pure display of loyalty in his actions. Respect was hard to come by and earn with the Schemer, especially with those who were utterly weak at heart. As Xemnas turned to him he felt the shadow befalling him but ignored the symbolist worth it represented. When Xemnas turned from him, Ienzo thought to himself as The Superior spoke. Information was more than an honest thirst for him. Without information how could you make any decision? It was vital and represented power in all forms. Ienzo knew Xemnas understood this, especially since stated it was a part of “our nature”. But hearing this guilty pleasure of his along with information that worlds had changed wasn’t a happy thing to hear from the man in front of him. Just the end of his words, Ienzo instantly knew that the original planned had failed. Kingdom Hearts must have been eliminated in the end and the only other person to help with that was Sora. Or was it Riku? He was reminded of the Keyblader of Dawn and his relative connection to Xemnas with his use of darkness, however, this wasn’t the time to endeavor in that field. Though their venture to construct Kingdom Hearts failed it seemed they gained the fruits of their labor now being returned their pure beings. Indeed as he said, the worlds may hurt and be corrupted but with time they would nurture themselves. They would heal and return to what once was or advance and find a new path. The symbolism was ridiculously fascinating and only a true being like Ienzo could enjoy these artistic flow of words. But then the question finally came. What was the questions he truly needed the answers to? Ienzo knew very well that neither one of them was one to talk through situations but indeed dissect the meat out the beast and continue on. Experimentation was better watch live in the field. Note taking was only satisfying behind the glass not when discussing how to use the information gathered. Ienzo lowered his gaze for a brief second to find the words to the answer. Utterly his fear of The Superior was not between words or what he would say. It was actions and failures that took that slot. “It seems we’ve returned to our natural states,” Ienzo started still gazing at the ground. “I think the biggest ponder is where the Organization and our motives stand. And with that the question of who is to blame is my next curiosity?” Ienzo finished raising his eyes back to the piercing, amber oculars that could be seen from his shoulder. “Lea ran off to find Braig and Isa but that’s the last I’ve heard for the Organization.” The ultimate answer to find was what was next. Where now? What was the next step for inspiration or direction so that he could stop wandering in nothing? That was the reason he was in this world and the best man to have it all answered was in front of him.

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The words that spilled from Ienzo’s mouth were perhaps predictable, and The Superior no doubt expected the existence of the group as a whole, and its motives to be questioned sooner or later. For those who once served to wear the coat, questions often came with the ones who were bold enough to go seeking answers to them. The youthful researcher probably had more than most, but it was his curiosity that Xemnas found so inviting about the young man. His desire for knowledge was infectious, like his tutor Even, and the wonders about the heart were too great to ignore. Though it was fortunate for him that Xemnas had a variety of answers. A smirk formed on the face of The Superior as he gazed out upon the expanse of the town and countryside, which seemed to be filled with more life than the last time he had visited the world.

Laughter and jeers could be heard from the streets beyond, as children off from school took the time to play and joke to spend their afternoon together. Nobody was around to mind the silver haired man standing with his former colleague, or how out of place they both looked in their own attire; both which was unlike the norm accustomed to the world. Ienzo was curious about the Organization, and who was to blame for how things stood as they did now. Xemnas saw the seeking from a different perspective, as a means to applaud the ones responsible, rather than cause to blame them. The turn of events had provided them both with a heart, regardless of how unexpected and abnormal the means of acquiring one had been. Though at the same time Xemnas could not fully appreciate his own, for it was only part of Master Xehanort’s, rather than something of his own creation. Though essentially it had been to begin with, from the very start, his own, with only some variances along the journey it took.

There was still more work that could be done on the matters of the heart, and somewhere in this town, Ansem the Wise had sought to interfere with that work. Xemnas recalled that Twilight Town had been a prime source of much benefit, as it had been for unwanted collateral. After the disappearance of their most successful Replica project to these streets, the first Organization also lost their other Keyblade wielder to this world. Somewhere among these buildings, DiZ had held Roxas captive until he was ready to merge with Sora once more. Axel, Dusks and even Saix had been dispatched to this place to search for the hidden laboratory, in hopes to bring back their essential tool to finish Kingdom Hearts. There had been several promising leads, but eventually the former Number Eight reported their efforts to be a failure. Were this to have never happened Sora could have possibly remained asleep, and the agenda for the Organization would have been somewhat successful.

Despite how eager he had once been to find Ansem’s base of operations here, the passage of time and its use were of little concern to The Superior now. Things had moved forward, plans had changed; ties had been severed among many of the former members in the Organization. Those that did not openly betray anything it stood for, were simply collateral by one means or another. Xemnas cared not for whatever fate befell them, despite formerly claiming incapable to do so. Perhaps it was due to traits of Xehanort that dominated his keen tactical prowess, which made him so detached from emotion even after gaining the ability to feel. Despite how complete he was supposed to feel, he couldn’t help but recognize how empty he still believed himself to be.

The enigmatic member of Organization XIII raised his hand, which at first appeared empty, only to produce a folded piece of paper. Xemnas would then turn to look upon Ienzo once more, before taking a few steps towards the youth. The silver haired Nobody extended his hand out, and offered it to the boy for him to take, just before lowering his hand to his side. Xemnas watched on in earnest silence to examine the researcher’s reactions to what would be a list of names. They were not names of people as one would expect, but rather significant worlds that once each harbored a powerful heart of light. There were seven in total, much like the Princesses that were to be hunted. Ienzo would recognize the last name to be his home world, where he had met Xemnas in another life, when he was known as Ansem. “More research is needed to be carried out for these worlds,” began Xemnas, as he saw unfit to answer any of the questions Ienzo had initially brought forth. “See what you can find out. Perhaps some of the answers you seek lie in wait,” While the task itself was probably ill advised by the Dark Master, Xemnas saw the benefit of his own personal scouts to be quite helpful. This would in turn reveal the location of those they had been sent out to gather, if none had shown themselves at the Royal Grand Ball that was.

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From just the grin on The Superior’s face, Ienzo had the feeling that Xemnas was already steps ahead of him. It was one of the many traits that Ienzo looked up to from the Organization leader. There was always an assurance about his actions. Each detail was thought out and used systematically to implement each action with the highest rating of success and with the smallest window of failure. Even what appeared to be open to chance or falling at the way side was already accounted for and prepared. It would be surprising to find that any source of new information was past time knowledge to the Superior. That smirk was always a good tell. Ienzo watched patiently for the leader to answer his concerns, if he would. The Cloaked Schemer was simply that. The hidden boy genius who could decipher and plan or ploy and capitalize on the information he knew. Even at times using that information, or lack of, to tear people a part from each other. To gain their trust and love then destroy from the inside out. To anyone else that would seem like a textbook definition of evil but it was all intended for a reason and goal. With that, would it just be work? The Worlds were created to be seen and adventured. Anyone who failed to see this was doomed to be weeded out of existence. Their experiments created life and with that life came opportunity. This opportunity couldn’t simply be forgotten or let go. Who could care less about other humans and creatures having problems with this ideology? Were they so stuck in the bubble of security and safety that they were afraid to embrace what lies behind the door? Wasn’t that the goal when fighting for Kingdom Hearts? But that cynical mindset within Ienzo’s head died away as life came back to The Superior in the form a hand gesture. With squinted eyes, Ienzo noticed the paper in his hand. From their small distance, and the warm color of the town, he could barely see the parchment. He reached his hand out the grab the paper and opened it with much curiosity. Expecting a diagram, or letter explaining what the Organizations intent was, he was surprised to just see names. There were seven in total and the last one being a place he knew all too well. His eyes quenched trying to understand the reasoning behind this. Was this a riddle? As if on cue, Xemnas replied to his facial disappointment the only way Ienzo knew he could. He simply…opened the door. So it was back to research. Ienzo scanned the names again, taking note of each one and partially memorizing their names. Carefully folding the paper, he placed the parchment in his coat pocket. His mind tore between disappoint and excitement. For now, he had purpose again. A goal that was set and that he needed to achieve. However, he was still surrounded in darkness. Xemnas was trusting the loyalty VI had for him enough to simply give him another mission and expect it done. Fortunately, he was but he could feel the emptiness of not knowing. The feeling was all too familiar, and he was fine with it due to his youth. But he silently pondered if the opportunity would come up that he would be trusted to be in the know and utilize his fullest potential as a member of the Organization. “I shall see what arises,” Ienzo stated. He thought to still ask if Xemnas had encountered Lea or Braig but that was past his pay rate in the Organization. Instead his question came in the form of, “How shall I relay my findings with you once completed?” As usual there was no sign of failure in his tone and he knew Xemnas would understand this as acceptance of the mission. It was time to get moving.

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