Zexion could feel every strained attempt at control Ulquiorra was making. His spiritual pressure was just as telling as the scent of his emotions. It wasn't so easy to tell with others, but whenever Ulquiorra's grip slipped, even just a little, he caught the scent of Darkness about him. It wasn't the same as what he knew, but it was similar enough to stir his memories and was heavy as it was faint.
He was struggling to keep a lid on whatever was bothering him. He had a face to maintain, a reputation for impassive indifference -- even Zexion knew that -- but it was difficult for him, whatever the cause. The frequent loss of control and the subsequent recovery were evidence enough of that.
Zexion could sympathise all too well. He couldn't react to how he felt about the past two weeks and what had happened, though he handled it differently. He simply locked himself down and tried to ignore the vicious pull of unpleasant memories that picked at his psyche, the guilt that threatened to drown him. Axel's appearance on Ulquiorra's recording had pulled him out of that sea, but it was still there, seething just beyond the edge of reason, threatening to drag him down into its depths again.
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Date: 2013-07-18 04:54 pm (UTC)He was struggling to keep a lid on whatever was bothering him. He had a face to maintain, a reputation for impassive indifference -- even Zexion knew that -- but it was difficult for him, whatever the cause. The frequent loss of control and the subsequent recovery were evidence enough of that.
Zexion could sympathise all too well. He couldn't react to how he felt about the past two weeks and what had happened, though he handled it differently. He simply locked himself down and tried to ignore the vicious pull of unpleasant memories that picked at his psyche, the guilt that threatened to drown him. Axel's appearance on Ulquiorra's recording had pulled him out of that sea, but it was still there, seething just beyond the edge of reason, threatening to drag him down into its depths again.
He pulled a second cup from the mug stand.