Zexion's face was an unchanging mask, nothing shifted under the honed scrutiny of Symon's pointed words, nor his watch.
"You seem to have engendered enough loyalty in your men that I really can't see that happening, sir." He replied smoothly, despite those few spooked-stiff soldiers that had been crying wolf on and off since shortly before midnight, at all of nothing that a thorough search could turned up on the perimeters.
"(This soul's been lost for a very long time." The Noboy added, quieter. This time the corner of his mouth dimpled, in spite of himself. "You, nor any master of this world is likely to recover it.)"
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Date: 2017-03-15 02:40 am (UTC)"You seem to have engendered enough loyalty in your men that I really can't see that happening, sir." He replied smoothly, despite those few spooked-stiff soldiers that had been crying wolf on and off since shortly before midnight, at all of nothing that a thorough search could turned up on the perimeters.
"(This soul's been lost for a very long time." The Noboy added, quieter. This time the corner of his mouth dimpled, in spite of himself. "You, nor any master of this world is likely to recover it.)"