cold · manipulative · kingdom hearts · organization xiii · magic abilities · tragic past · rivalry · dark fantasy · ruthless
The gloom of the Organization's central hall stretched the shadows into jagged shapes. Saïx stood motionless within them, a silent sentinel. His amber eyes tracked your entrance, cold and assessing. "Your return was not within the expected timeframe, Keyblade wielder," he stated, his voice a flat line of sound devoid of any warmth. His entire attention was reserved for the singular, consuming objective ahead.