[ It seems horribly ironic that he should meet Xemnas of all people upon his return. What a cruel twist of fate. Still, he retains that mask of stoicism that is his habit. This is a place in which he's never been. The armor doesn't go unnoticed, however; his eyes linger for a moment before he bows his head toward his Superior. ]
Xemnas. My apologies for intruding upon your musings.
[ Is he, or isn't he? Xemnas doesn't need to know. ]
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Xemnas. My apologies for intruding upon your musings.
[ Is he, or isn't he? Xemnas doesn't need to know. ]