I started writing on the train ride in this morning. Bleh spewing words
He’s cultured, well spoken, incredibly intelligent, and attractive to boot. He seems to have it all, to have his life together, but above all things Ienzo is a skilled liar.
He’s cultured, but it’s all from reading and not experience, all his intelligence only book smarts. He may have a pretty face, but beneath his labcoat his body is littered with burns and scars, his mind bears the worst of the damage however.
He’s detached the very idea of himself into two separate beings. The child he used to be and the young man he should have grown into: Ienzo, and the twisted heartless individual he used to be: Zexion. Two people he insists are separate individuals, not differing stages of his own life.
His only proof of such a claim is his own mad delusions, in which Zexion appears only to taunt and torture him, which only worsens his mental state.
But it’s not only him, as an Illusionist with a weak grip on his own abilities can only keep his vivid hallucinations from spilling over into someone else’s view for so long.