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[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin splits the air above Milliways and steps out into it, heading for the bar without pause. Zexion has a heart. He needs to see this for himself.

[Wheresoever you tag, tag with all your heart: Xaldin, Lexaeus, Zexion]

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[bashitwithearth.livejournal.com]

Lexaeus is down at the counter and raises a gloveless hand at Xaldin as soon as he appears in the bar.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"V." Xaldin states, with a nod, "VI?"

[bashitwithearth.livejournal.com]

"In my room.

"What do you know?"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"That he apparently has a heart. No more."

[bashitwithearth.livejournal.com]

"He does. And he is... unwell, as he can be now."

[ostro_goth]

When Teja sees Xaldin enter, he gets up from where he was sitting, with his harp, by the fireplace, and approaches, with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Greetings, Xaldin!"

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Teja." Xaldin dips his head, "Can you tell me aught about Zexion's heart?"

[ostro_goth]

"I was speaking to him," Teja says. "he then asked me if I knew one that looked like him, butt all black with red eyes; when I said no, he said something about the library, and vanished."

Pause.

"I went up to the library at once, and he was there, on the floor, in trouble and pain -- and several men and women were ministering to him, among them that man Steve Rogers, and a small woman with tentacles that I heard men talk about before. She wrote this message, saying that Zexion was in the care of a very large Nobody, whom I take to be Lexaeus -- you are tall and broad, ut only he is 'very large' by any standards."

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin listens intently, "How did he seem? Real? Unreal? Details, if you have them." he reaches for the note.

[ostro_goth]

"He seemed real, and in pain," Teja says. "These people were speaking to him, and seemed to have him in hand, so I did not meddle more. And this note does say he was enheartened."

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

It doesn't take much after being given directions to find Lexaeus's room. No light seeps out from under the door as Zexion is curled up sitting on the bed in comfortable darkness. If there are no shadows, then he won't jump at them.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Zexion." Xaldin says with his knock. Only that.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

He jumps at the knock, clutching his bleeding hand to his chest. He has to hide it, the knife. Or Xaldin will know. He shoves it under the mattress for now, calling out "It isn't locked."

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

Xaldin enters and looks down at him with empty blue eyes that take in every aspect of his posture, his attitude, his emotion and analyse it no less than he would have another person days ago.

[cloakitwithplot.livejournal.com]

Hunched over on the bed like he's trying to protect himself or expecting to need to. Nervous, twitchy. Distraught. Can't make eye-contact. Too pale. His left hand that's pressed against his chest to hide it has blood on it.

Zexion doesn't say anything. He doesn't know where he would even start.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

When Xaldin is back from helping Zexion, a nervous and tired Teddy is waiting at the end of the bar.

"How... how is he?" Teddy asks, softly.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Which he?" Xaldin asks, pausing and looking down at Teddy.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

"Either. Or." Teddy shrugs. Bad nightmares last night, and Jenny was off.

So sleep was pretty much a no.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Billy is still sane, Zexion may not be." Xaldin says after a moment.

[alt-hulk.livejournal.com]

"Oh, God. I'd heard... is there anything I can do?"

Teddy is, as Demyx accurately described, a mess. But helping other people is always a prerogative.

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

When Xaldin arrives, Xigbar is standing near the bar, a note (http://community.livejournal.com/milliways_bar/20899865.html#cutid1) in hand, his eye quickly scanning the words, and when he looks up--

It isn't quite relief that crosses his face when he sees Xaldin, because he can't feel relief.

"Xaldin."

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"Xigbar. Larxene has replaced me."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

He nods, once.

"Like, have you heard what happened?" he asks, holding up the note.

[sliceitwithwind.livejournal.com]

"I have." Xaldin agrees, "That makes three of us. Finally someone who might get some good out of it."

[thinkitwithguns.livejournal.com]

"No shit. Have you seen him yet?" he asks, folding the note away.