Vexen listened first to Marluxia, and then to Zexion.

Marluxia's words went a long way to softening his resolve to argue and kick up a fuss about the unfair and difficult position they were putting him in. Zexion's compounded the point. He had, of course, known from the moment he felt them outside his door that he had no choice in the matter of his joining, but his cooperation seemed to offer him a better deal than him acting typically obstinate would.

He signed harshly, looking away. "Well, I don't exactly have any choice!" He spat.