"sorry, I cannot answer"

[memoryborn]

"Hello, this is Xion. I'm sorry I can't answer the phone right now, but leave a message and I'll be sure to try and get back to you as soon as I can. Bye."

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[firstnothing]

For now.

[There's a frown, and he shakes his head.]

There are still many things I wish to speak to you about. So many questions I would like to ask. But it is easier to become angry than to let it go, and I fear any such conversation is best held when I am not thus preoccupied.

[Preoccupied with the desire to do considerable and grievous harm. Xemnas favored control, and emotions were not as easy to keep in heel as he remembered.

For anyone else, he has the iron self-control of a saint. But to his standards, it's abominable.]

Perhaps another time. Thank you for your ... promptness.

[It's Xemnas; whether that thanks is genuine or not is dubious. But it's there.]

[memoryborn]

[ She nods again, slower this time. She's doing him too many favors, she thinks. She's acting as if he's still her boss. The thought irritates her, but for the sake of others, it's probably easier to keep up that pretense with him - even if he is smart enough to doubt otherwise.

So long as they're just watching each other for now. ]

If there's anything else... [ Well, he obviously knows how to get her attention now. She slides onto Bahamut's back for a bit, who gives a contented rumble and makes sure she's secure. ]

I'll contact you once I confirm things.

[firstnothing]

[Xion is watched as she moves to leave, measuringly. His pokemon are still painfully alert, but obedient to Xemnas' orders to not do anything recklessly stupid.]

Try not to take too long, if you insist on peaceful measures. The sooner this is handled the sooner I can return to other matters.

[The zebstrika is given a push with one hand, a silent insistence that the striped pokemon actually rest like she's supposed to be. Nothing is stopping Xion from leaving, but predictably there's nothing like a 'goodbye' from the silver-haired man.]