[video] *makes uncalled for philosophical existential TL;DR noises at*
I can't say that I have much experience with robots, of all things, but monsters seem rather par for the course.
[After all, they fight Heartless on a regular basis, don't they?]
.........I see.
[The response is quiet even for someone so normally taciturn as he is, and so long in coming it almost didn't come at all. The acknowledgment is heavy, somehow, hollow--he feels numb and cold and far away at that thought, standing on a distant, blizzard-swept mountain peak as he looks down at the concept of living. Just living. As creatures that weren't born and couldn't die, they could hardly be said to be capable of living, could they? They weren't supposed to be to begin with--they hardly exist at all.]
[So.... what do they have, then? If they have no life, no real existence, no heart, no purpose provided by that great task given to them by Xemnas.... no way to reach that goal they strive for, to make up for all that they lack and all that they once were.... what do they have? What are they, if all they can do down here is.... "live"?]
[Lexaeus looks up at the endless expanse of shimmering blue water high above him. He looks down at the pavement below. Wordlessly, he tucks his hands into his pockets and starts walking, picking a direction at random; wherever he goes, whatever he does, he wants to at least be able to feel the earth under his feet. Are they really at the bottom of the ocean?]