Proud, and grumpy, Nel thought, well he'd fit right in with Khamja's happy crew, at least he had that going for him. Despite what Zexion said about him not being a 'poor soul', however, Nel was inclined to disagree.
Anyone being collected by Khamja was in an unfortunate position, whether they consented to it or not, because the thing about Khamja was that the individual's consent was neither here nor there. They joined willingly, or unwillingly, or they'd be eliminated, because Khamja was of a mind to break things it couldn't have just so that others couldn't have them, either.
It wasn't even like joining willingly was protection against eventual elimination, anyway.
She felt sorry for Zexion. He was young, and smart, but some of the powers in Khamja had decided that, since he'd fallen out with The Order, they should have him instead, and now the boy would spend the rest of his life with Khamja's leash around his throat whether he liked it or not. A leash that, at the whims of others, could readily become a noose.
Aizen had already made us of him, and that didn't sit well with Nel, either. Aizen left her feeling that way a lot. Sometimes she wasn't sure what he was after, sometimes she was reasonably sure that what he was after was the better option, and sometimes, even when it was the better option, she didn't like Aizen's methods. But she was loyal, and had to stay loyal, because even when she disagreed with something, she had to think of the other Arrancar who were variously too young, too impetuous, or too damaged to protect themselves.
Aizen was complicated, and Nel's loyalty to him was complicated, and sometimes that kept her awake at night.
And Zexion had been thrust into this world, and now another was being dragged into it.
She tilted her head at the mention of Lumi and Marluxia. No love lost between him and Marluxia made sense, because Nel could understand that point of view very easily, but not knowing Lumi? "I thought you were all part of a group?" She asked, and then shook her head, dismissing that thought for a moment. "Or were, anyway." There had obviously been rifts, between this man and Marluxia, and, from the sound of it, everyone except the berserker, and the fire elemental, which now meant a rift between the berserker and everyone else, too.
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Anyone being collected by Khamja was in an unfortunate position, whether they consented to it or not, because the thing about Khamja was that the individual's consent was neither here nor there. They joined willingly, or unwillingly, or they'd be eliminated, because Khamja was of a mind to break things it couldn't have just so that others couldn't have them, either.
It wasn't even like joining willingly was protection against eventual elimination, anyway.
She felt sorry for Zexion. He was young, and smart, but some of the powers in Khamja had decided that, since he'd fallen out with The Order, they should have him instead, and now the boy would spend the rest of his life with Khamja's leash around his throat whether he liked it or not. A leash that, at the whims of others, could readily become a noose.
Aizen had already made us of him, and that didn't sit well with Nel, either. Aizen left her feeling that way a lot. Sometimes she wasn't sure what he was after, sometimes she was reasonably sure that what he was after was the better option, and sometimes, even when it was the better option, she didn't like Aizen's methods. But she was loyal, and had to stay loyal, because even when she disagreed with something, she had to think of the other Arrancar who were variously too young, too impetuous, or too damaged to protect themselves.
Aizen was complicated, and Nel's loyalty to him was complicated, and sometimes that kept her awake at night.
And Zexion had been thrust into this world, and now another was being dragged into it.
She tilted her head at the mention of Lumi and Marluxia. No love lost between him and Marluxia made sense, because Nel could understand that point of view very easily, but not knowing Lumi? "I thought you were all part of a group?" She asked, and then shook her head, dismissing that thought for a moment. "Or were, anyway." There had obviously been rifts, between this man and Marluxia, and, from the sound of it, everyone except the berserker, and the fire elemental, which now meant a rift between the berserker and everyone else, too.