[That history, those actions, weigh heavily in his own thoughts as he considers his answer. Because as much of him wishes he could say that he didn't know, that it made no sense... he couldn't. Because the coldly practical part of him could pick apart a fairly simple reasoning after only a few moments' thought, let alone the more complex reasons that would likely come with time and fuller understanding.
Did he agree? No. But he still understood why.]
They likely saw it as necessary. Swift vengeance against those who would dare strike us, and a deterrent against any reprisals. Very likely because, to those above us, the natives are seen as inferior.
[The cold anger almost matches Roxas' own in tone, though not intensity. And it's aimed as much at himself as it is the CDC.
The "those above us" isn't referring to Gliese and the instructors, for the most part, though Ansem still has very mixed feelings. Ultimately it refers to the ones who put them here on Macha in the first place. Who deemed it so worthless as to be so callously destroyable.]
[ Roxas mulls the answer over. It really doesn't satisfy him, at all. He could respond to every piece of it with why. But why, but why, but why. Maybe it's just better that he doesn't understand, maybe it's part of his charm, inherited off of Sora, that such cruelty is beyond his scope of reasoning.
He purses his lips, shaking his head as if to shake all the ugly thoughts right out of his head. ]
It wasn't right.
[ It feels appropriate to assert that one more time, even if he hadn't been challenged on the fact at all. Maybe because it is the whole basis for the reason he's here talking to a man he hates. ]
... I hope you can recover quickly.
[ His tone is a little sour, not dishonest precisely but... well. They're not friends. That sourness is as far as they're going to get today, and Roxas gives him one more frowning look before hurriedly excusing himself from the situation. ]
[Ansem's answer doesn't come until Roxas is already halfway out the room, and quiet enough that he probably won't hear it. Then again, he isn't intending to be heard, not by Roxas at least. He recognizes that this particular conversation has probably reached its limit, especially loaded down as it is by their shared history.]
You are not wrong.
[Because it wasn't right.
But that was part of the whole difficult situation they were in. He'd acknowledged it when speaking with Xion - what they were doing to this world was not right, and yet to protect those they cared for...
Memories. That was all he could save. That was literally the best he could do without putting everything at risk.
As for Roxas' final words, it's not hard to hear the slight bitterness behind them, and yet Ansem knows were he in Roxas' position, he would likely not have had the strength of character to even look one of those who'd wronged him in the face.]
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Did he agree? No. But he still understood why.]
They likely saw it as necessary. Swift vengeance against those who would dare strike us, and a deterrent against any reprisals. Very likely because, to those above us, the natives are seen as inferior.
[The cold anger almost matches Roxas' own in tone, though not intensity. And it's aimed as much at himself as it is the CDC.
The "those above us" isn't referring to Gliese and the instructors, for the most part, though Ansem still has very mixed feelings. Ultimately it refers to the ones who put them here on Macha in the first place. Who deemed it so worthless as to be so callously destroyable.]
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He purses his lips, shaking his head as if to shake all the ugly thoughts right out of his head. ]
It wasn't right.
[ It feels appropriate to assert that one more time, even if he hadn't been challenged on the fact at all. Maybe because it is the whole basis for the reason he's here talking to a man he hates. ]
... I hope you can recover quickly.
[ His tone is a little sour, not dishonest precisely but... well. They're not friends. That sourness is as far as they're going to get today, and Roxas gives him one more frowning look before hurriedly excusing himself from the situation. ]
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You are not wrong.
[Because it wasn't right.
But that was part of the whole difficult situation they were in. He'd acknowledged it when speaking with Xion - what they were doing to this world was not right, and yet to protect those they cared for...
Memories. That was all he could save. That was literally the best he could do without putting everything at risk.
As for Roxas' final words, it's not hard to hear the slight bitterness behind them, and yet Ansem knows were he in Roxas' position, he would likely not have had the strength of character to even look one of those who'd wronged him in the face.]
And you are a much better person than I.