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"I’ve been good, missing you a tad….I’ve also been making some progress at work." He added, glancing down at his hands as he then looked at Vault. "You seem to be holding up quite well still." 

"Oh you have, have you?" He asked, the smile becoming a bit more obvious. "What progress have you been making at work, or is that something you can’t tell me?"

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Roy nodded. “I see…does that keep you up at night? Unsure of one’s future?” He asked, wanting to help Zexion as best he could. 

Zexion shook his head. “No, I tend to do enough work that I do not have trouble sleeping, and if I do it’s other things keeping me up.”

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"No, you arrived well, I was just seated in fact." Roy told him, gracing his face with a smile. "How have you been love?" He asked, lacing his fingers as he rested his head on them.

"Good, my arrival was well timed then." He replied and sat back in his chair. "I’ve been all right, and yourself, Roy?" He asked with the hint of a smile on his face.

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And Syliph had a pretty good idea as to the motive and who exactly he had been seeking revenge on. Zexion had told him how his father had once attacked him brutally and caused a lot of harm to him. His lips purse and there’s a small flash of light like a solar flair from him. But quickly he calms himself. His father had changed greatly from how he used to be then, he felt he deserved some credit for that. That didn’t mean he didn’t feel anger when he heard about it. 

He was not surprised that Cadmus had tricked him. The god was quite reliable to do things like that. “…..And now?” He asks, wondering the state of the two. Perhaps it was still there and Zexion choose not to talk about it. He wouldn’t be surprised if that were the case. 

Zexion took a small step away from the window at the small flare of power. One time? Try at least three times with varying degrees of severe injuries. His original body had all of the scars to prove it, but he was unaware of where it was anymore. It could be deep in some frozen storage or dumped in the middle of the everglades for all he knew. It had been nearly a year since he had occupied it, strangely enough.

"And now we are no longer connected, to my knowledge. I lost a fight and he was exponentially slowing down my healing ability, so Cadmus removed him and gave him his own body." In truth Zexion avoided Vault as much as possible. The being had made his body do terrible things, and it knew all that lurked in the deepest recesses of his mind.

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Roy gave a glance at the robots and proceeded downstairs to the table. “So, where do you see yourself in ten years from now Zexion?” He asked him, turning his glass in his hands. 

He followed Roy down the stairs to the table. Roy had to ask him something like that, didn’t he. “I am not entirely sure.” There were some days he wondered if he would even live that long.

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Roy sat outside of the bistro he had told Vault to meet him at, legs crossed, and arms folded. There was still five minutes until the time would stop. Those cool silver eyes scanned the immediate surrounding as he waited for the time to tick closer to their arranged date. There was little doubt that he would not show up, but he still had not seen him for a few months. 

Vault walked into the bistro with four minutes to spare. It seemed he was right on time as he walked over to the table he would be sharing with Roy. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting for too long.” He said to him as he took his seat.

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Roy nodded and placed his hands behind his back as he continued forward to an overlook, where he had one of the android workers setting up a table for the two of them. No candles or anything, just their plates and utensils. “What would you wish for a drink?” Roy asked so he may transmit that data to the robot. 

Zexion followed him to the overlook and watched the androids below set the table. There wasn’t anything special or unusual going on. “Just water please.”

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Syliph could not see the scars, but he remembers having to watch as his body gave it to someone he greatly cared about. His mouth opens to voice about it, but thinks against it at the last moment. Syliph wasn’t aware that he knew how it felt, having met him after Vault had been separated from him. “You…you do?" His hand clenches a bit, the other gripping at the end of his shirt. If this meant that Zexion did not fully blame him for it, well..that would be quite a large relief for him. 

"Yes, unfortunately I do." He replied with a small sigh. "A long while before I met you Cadmus approached me and offered me power and revenge in exchange for my help. I accepted his terms and was given power. What I wasn’t told was a separate entity would go along with the power. It started as voices and then escalated. We were given different jobs to do and neither of them were good. Vault tended to handle assassinations. He still does actually, just in a body of his own."

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"I see." Roy noted, glancing over at him and watching him rub that scar. "I’m curious as to where you got the scar, and whether you dying is at all a risk in the immediate future…" Roy noted, showing his sterile form of concern for Zexion’s well-being. "Should I give you a room here for yourself? I can give you a very nice suite to claim as your own." He offered. "Can even use it for when you are too tired to return to London once out of the lab." 

He quickly moved his hand into his pocket and away from the scar when he realized he had been touching it. “My boyfriend was possessed by something and tried to burn me to death in my sleep. He’s back to normal, but being held somewhere. I am in no immediate danger.” He shook his head. “No, thank you. I have my own apartment in London, and when I need to stay close to Inner City I live with family and help take care of my niece and nephews.”

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"Won’t know until I am able to make a comparison." Roy noted, gleaming with a smile. "So, how are events happening in London?" He asked. "Oh, and how is Vault?" 

"Ah, I guess I’ll ask that again after another few tests then." He replied with a slight smile though he felt like a bit of a failure with that work. Unsurprisingly he did not have a master’s in calculus. "Things in London are going well. I’m just glad that my apartment there is in one piece opposed to the one in Inner City." He said and rubbed at the new scar on his neck. "I assume Vault is doing fine. Since we no longer share a body and run two entirely different sections we don’t interact too much."

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Roy nodded and kept analyzing the copying of the material, looking at it and checking it for verification. He was very impressed with the work and the clarity it was creating. He smiled when it completed. “That’s all.” Roy said, removing the head gear once it was cooled and he placed it to the side. “Now, time for dinner, just leave the paper right there if you may…” He instructed. 

"Very well." Once the test was concluded and the head piece was removed Zexion ran a hand through his hair to try and fix it. It was a bit difficult since he couldn’t exactly see where it was messed up, but oh well. He set the paper back where he found it and stood up. "I hope the data you collected proves useful."

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"This test will not only help in demonstrating what subjects you lack in…." He snickered. "But, it can also give me correlation as to how your mind operates performing tasks or loads you find interesting compared to ones that are not so popular." He gave a fake context, but he felt all of this was overwhelming Zexion. "Just two more minutes, do not be frightened if you do not complete the sheet." He noted. 

Zexion attempted to listen to what Roy was saying and focus on the paper, but some of what he said got lost due to the level of focus this was taking. Thankfully the snicker was one of the things that was missing. “I am not too worried.” He said since he hadn’t been told that he had to complete the sheet. “This is material I am largely unfamiliar with.”

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Roy nodded and placed the head piece on him, taking care with his hair, which was probably going to need to be redone after the experiment anyways. “Sorry for your hair Zexion.” Roy apologized, placing it down and starting to take readings. The equations were but a red herring, he was actually looking into copying his assistant’s mentality, keep a backup. Roy enjoyed having backups. “I’ll have to do a series of these for my research, you’ll have a similar exercise with various subjects and topics.” He told him. “Hope that’s okay.” Roy just had to do another ten minutes. 

Zexion had no idea what the tests were actually for, and if he had he might not have participated in them. He sometimes got a little skittish when it came to things like this. “It’s all right. No real harm is done. I’ll fix it later.” He replied and attempted to work on the math problems. “That is fine. It sounds interesting, actually.”

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Roy gestured to a chair, a wire helmet seemed connected to it. “Sit here and begin integration of these problems.” He told Zexion. “Sorry if they’re basic, I just used the ones from a textbook.” He noted, although the textbook he used was probably for a master of calculus. 

The young man sat down in the chair and did as he was instructed. The problems certainly looked far from basic, but Zexion did not voice that opinion. “These should work just fine, I’m sure.”

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Roy met with Zexion in the hallway, travelling back from the kitchen. “Well, very nice timing, I had just completed putting stuff away for our supper.” He smiled. “The test will be short, so let’s perform that, and we’ll head over to dinner.” He smiled, leading the way into his lab. 

Zexion nodded when he was told that the test shouldn’t take too long, and that dinner would be about ready. He seemed to have decent timing for once. “All right, let’s get this test underway.”