Test 432: A Being of Light and Dark

[Rocket!]

Vexen closed his eyes.

Mulling.

Considering.

Pondering.

Mentally investigating, as per the thought experiments provided in prior example by the Greek philosophers in the Olympian realm.

Beings are not simply made from energy. There must be an acting force outside of the energy that wills it to take shape and form-- energy, whether it be Light or Dark, has no semblance of being without other partitions present in the functioning anatomy.

There is more to this being-- Twilan-- that simply Light and Dark. Something that binds the energy, or originally guided it to form this... creature.

The Chilly Academic also made a mental note on Lord Reykias. Obviously a sentient leader of some sort, easily disposed of if a rising complication in the future. As such, the priority of the Twilan inception remained.

Interesting, though, were the circumstances under which they were cre--

"Is that even possible...?"

A miffed Vexen opened his eyes. There went that line of thought.

A hushed vioce replied to Xaldin's own,

"I am prepared to believe the creature means what it says. But if such is the case, then there is information as yet unknown to it... or it has yet to share all the needed details."

The need for more invasive methods was fast rising...

Vexen looked back to Reykian. "Go on."

[Homac]

Reykian blinked twice at Vexen's orders.

"Uh...go on what?"
The Twilan was somewhat dense. Somewhat.

And then the synapses fired in order, a rarity for him, and he said "Oh! You mean about Lord Inekyas? Um, okay lessee... He leads the Twilans, he wants to destroy one of the two forces, so that the Twilan will grow more powerful since there won't be a balancing force!"

Reykian smiled at remembering that, pleased that he had been able to recall so much.

How the Nobodies reacted was most likely a different story though.

[Beaver Dude]

Xaldin's eyebrows rose. Fractionally.

It wasn't like he'd been observing people with similar motivations and means for the past little while - if you pointed and squinted and glared at it sideways, the Organization itself might have appeared to be one of those very things. Worlds didn't fall all on their own, they needed a little... push, sometimes.

All for the greater good, of course. Power abhorred vacuums. Hearts would return to their source, sooner or later. The Organization merely desired a few hearts for themselves.

However, Xaldin wasn't entirely sure he understood the argument put forth by their... captive.

Oh, there was the obvious. Power existed at the extremes - of rage, of hate, of anger. Putz around with the balance, and you could find yourself in possession of a brief moment of omnipotence.

But that's what it was - brief. A flickering candle. Xehanort's self-styled 'Ansem' heartless had proven that much (not that it was with scientific rigor, but).

"Which extreme is he targeting...?"