PermafrostPermafrost by QuiteACrazyNinja
Cold. Control. Calculating. Those were all the things Vexen liked. Conducting experiments. That was another, and one topic was really begging to be tested; The subconscious of the organization. Most of the members that had been turned into nobodies for awhile now pretended to have emotions and feelings if only to trick themselves and make this miserable life a bit better. He wondered if they pretended long enough, their subconscious mind would be tricked into believing they still possessed emotions and if that would trigger the automatic emotional response. One member sure expemlified that.
He was a mystery, an enigma, an unpredicted variable. A case waiting to be cracked. Vexen smiled to him self, flipping through a large, leather-bound book dedicated to the subconscious mind. He believed his hypothesis to be correct but scientist knows that a experiment, with multiple trials, must be run to prove a hypothesis as valid or invalid. He shut the book with a loud thud, blowing away
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