"What are you-" Oh. Oh. If he'd had blood, it would have been boiling. Even with a pale shade of a heart, the anger that flooded through him was blinding. He had known Xion couldn't have been treated well, but of course she, as a Replica, had been subject to even more gaslighting and manipulation than the rest of them.

His hands balled into fists, and he forced himself to take a deep breath to calm down. Even so, a cold draft radiated from him in the already chill air, and the fear in his posture melted away as he stood to his full height.

"I am a traitor to the Organization." He spat the name, unable to contain his loathing for the group. "Though now I wonder if I was too merciful in merely aiding their enemies."