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"Vexen, come look at this."
Vexen leans over, moving a stack of notebooks and scanning the documents Zexion has up on the screen. "What's this?" He frowns as his eyes pass over numbers that are simply impossible.
"Roxas' results."
"You're certain you didn't make a mistake?"
"Reasonably. I re-ran Axel's, too, and they're quite similar."
Vexen rubs his eyes. "We'll tell no one, except the Superior, until we have a chance to repeat all these tests."
Zexion breathes an exhausted sigh. He can no longer confidently dismiss his dread as a memory dredged up by an empty being.