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[reaperofnaught]

[when Marluxia speaks, his voice sounds a little more emotionless than usual, as though he's trying to keep what memory of unease he has from leaking through. This information troubles him greatly--enough, obviously, to eschew his typical cloak of anonymity] While taking a look through documents in my possession, I've come across something... curious. Secrets are being kept from us all, it seems--more than we could have possibly imagined.

As there are more than a few of you who are unlikely to take me at my word, allow me to provide you with an image of the document itself. There are pieces missing, but I assume you can understand the gist of it, as well as the insight into our dilemma it provides.

Comments

[reaperofnaught]

The majority of the documents I have looked through so far detail information already known to the people of Paixao by now. Information spreads fast in a city hungry for it.

[thefutureboy]

I'm new here, so I haven't heard much yet.

Humor me?

[reaperofnaught]

This city is part of a greater castle whose floors are made from memories, and creatures of darkness and light wander its halls. The people were brought here in order to examine the heart and experiments have been done in order to better understand it.

[thefutureboy]

What kinds of "experiments?"

[reaperofnaught]

The effects of light and darkness on the heart, as well as what it does to individuals who already lean one way or another toward either.

[thefutureboy]

[Noel's quiet for a moment as he wonders what experiments like that would do to a heart like Caius'.]

So up until now, everyone thought the reason that we're all here was to be...test subjects?

[reaperofnaught]

Yes. A chance to learn and observe, and perhaps to find a way to give a heart to those without.

[thefutureboy]

You're trying to sugar coat it.

[reaperofnaught]

That was the reasoning. Beings without hearts are unable to feel. What seems sugarcoated to you are but simple facts to another.

[thefutureboy]

That doesn't change anything.

[reaperofnaught]

I give only reasons, not justification.