[Seeing the look on his face prompts an ugly snort and that stupid, nasally laugh that slips out when he finds that certain thing that leaves him feeling tickled pink.]
Tomayto, tomahto, boss. You can call it whatever you want, but it's sweet. Nice, even.
[Even those yellow eyes of his - the ones that still carry the taint of Xehanort - seem to glow with amusement.]
[Admittedly, he doesn't usually stop to allow himself to do so. But he's not about to stop other people from doing so either. Not when the fact that others do care has been something that has proven so useful in his plans.]
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Tomayto, tomahto, boss. You can call it whatever you want, but it's sweet. Nice, even.
[Even those yellow eyes of his - the ones that still carry the taint of Xehanort - seem to glow with amusement.]
It's okay to care, you know.
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[Admittedly, he doesn't usually stop to allow himself to do so. But he's not about to stop other people from doing so either. Not when the fact that others do care has been something that has proven so useful in his plans.]