They were quiet. The room was practically bursting with 'emotion,' so much so AntiSora almost wanted to see if he could taste it (which he knew he couldn't; he didn't even a tongue, whatever that word meant, and tongues were for... tasting) but to do that... He'd have to appear. And that went right against the laws of heartless survival. The element of surprise was how his instincts commanded him to be - ambush, fight, kill, take, feed the Kingdom...
Kingdomit'sallabouttheKingdom, the sentence, as fast as every other thought, floated into his mind. And just like that, AntiSora surfaced from the floor once more, having cut the distance between them by half. As silent as ever, the heartless continued its shuffle forward, more distracted than he had ever been before. He wanted.
He wanted.
No, he didn't want. Because AntiSora was a heartless, and heartless were for the Kingdom, it had been repeated so many times, why was he doubting it--- stupid heart-vessels, always distracting him from his quests, and these two weren't any better, even if they felt like some of the purest he'd seen in a while, which meant he should take them and help the Kingdom. It was decided. It was decided in a matter of three seconds, and at the conclusion, AntiSora's claws flexed, just a short table-length away from the duo, crouched and staring right at them, ready to spring.
Ready. But again, those nasty 'thoughts' entered his mind, and he really didn't like them anymore. But... the Kingdom. It was-- It couldn't be gone, but he--
Distracting heart-vessels. Annoying heart-vessels. Pure hearts stuck in selfish bodies, he would free the hearts, like he had before. But.. was there reason too? Since when did a heartless need reason?