That they did. Well, save for Roxas. He was rewarded in the end, rejoining with Sora to spend the rest of his days contented and happy on a tropical paradise. It was hardly fair.

Luxord nodded once more, grinning widely. Yes, cards. Normal playing cards, obviously, but they were always deadly in his hands. He began to shuffle them again, though with a more obvious flourish to his movements, each card dancing gracefully between his hands as if they were on invisible strings. It was all for show, of course, and who could blame him? It was never wasting precious time or powers if he'd taken a liking to whomever the show was for.

He folded the cards back into one hand once the god's question was asked, however. In all this excitement, he had almost forgotten the wound on his palm. He outstretched it towards Grell for him to see, chuckling as he explained. "Our dear robotic friend refused to believe my tragic past as anything other than the insane ramblings of a deranged mind, regardless of my easily proven lack of heart. He claimed I could have been inorganic and therefore logically could be without a pulse, so I found myself with need to present solid evidence that I was not." The Nobody flexed his hand, feeling the pull and sting of his skin. "Inorganic beings do not bleed as a human being would. Humans beings cannot live without a heart."