He had no reason to protect the interests of Xigbar's Thirteenth Order; they were as much his enemy as they were Khamja's enemies, these days. Even Larxene had made it clear where her loyalties lay, which had been a disappointment, because up until meeting the Akatsuki Jashinist, Larxene could be relied upon to chase the entertainment value. That Larxene, an ally who had previously declared that hearts weren't worth the pain, had gone and followed her heart was both disappointing and amusing at the same time.
Yet, while Marluxia had no reason to protect the interest of Xigbar and the others, he had plenty of reason to protect his own. The Order had clearly been working to develop their abilities, and as much as Marluxia loathed to admit it, the likes of Vexen, and likely Xigbar, had a certain knack for picking at and testing things to see what worked. They'd got further than Marluxia had been able to get on his own. They had their weapons back, or something very much like them. That was a conversation to be had with Zexion, later.
Revealing everything he knew about the others and their abilities would, invariably, reveal some of Marluxia's own, and that was something Marluxia would prefer to avoid. Especially to Aizen, who reminded him so much of Xemnas on his best days, and Gin, who reminded him of Xigbar at his worst.
Still, if he made sure the information exchange was not entirely one way, he could still benefit.
"Of course," he replied, calmly, still wearing that smile. "It seems one or two, at least, have taken a particular interest in certain of your Arrancar, and I can't claim I shall be heartbroken if your Arrancar happen to permanently gain an upper hand."
Not that he'd cry if Grimmjow never came back either, but seeing Saix in particular taken down for good held a vengeful appeal. A part of him would prefer to deal with Axel in person, but Saix had clearly not afforded any of them the same courtesy, so being killed by a mere minion had a delightful poetry about it.
"So what do you know of the girl?" He asked. Aizen had clearly already guessed that Axel was a Ryoka, but had they made the same assumption about the girl? It was certainly a dangerous little trick she had, especially in that sort of company.
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Date: 2013-06-03 04:23 pm (UTC)He had no reason to protect the interests of Xigbar's Thirteenth Order; they were as much his enemy as they were Khamja's enemies, these days. Even Larxene had made it clear where her loyalties lay, which had been a disappointment, because up until meeting the Akatsuki Jashinist, Larxene could be relied upon to chase the entertainment value. That Larxene, an ally who had previously declared that hearts weren't worth the pain, had gone and followed her heart was both disappointing and amusing at the same time.
Yet, while Marluxia had no reason to protect the interest of Xigbar and the others, he had plenty of reason to protect his own. The Order had clearly been working to develop their abilities, and as much as Marluxia loathed to admit it, the likes of Vexen, and likely Xigbar, had a certain knack for picking at and testing things to see what worked. They'd got further than Marluxia had been able to get on his own. They had their weapons back, or something very much like them. That was a conversation to be had with Zexion, later.
Revealing everything he knew about the others and their abilities would, invariably, reveal some of Marluxia's own, and that was something Marluxia would prefer to avoid. Especially to Aizen, who reminded him so much of Xemnas on his best days, and Gin, who reminded him of Xigbar at his worst.
Still, if he made sure the information exchange was not entirely one way, he could still benefit.
"Of course," he replied, calmly, still wearing that smile. "It seems one or two, at least, have taken a particular interest in certain of your Arrancar, and I can't claim I shall be heartbroken if your Arrancar happen to permanently gain an upper hand."
Not that he'd cry if Grimmjow never came back either, but seeing Saix in particular taken down for good held a vengeful appeal. A part of him would prefer to deal with Axel in person, but Saix had clearly not afforded any of them the same courtesy, so being killed by a mere minion had a delightful poetry about it.
"So what do you know of the girl?" He asked. Aizen had clearly already guessed that Axel was a Ryoka, but had they made the same assumption about the girl? It was certainly a dangerous little trick she had, especially in that sort of company.