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Of Ice, Roses, and Lies:  A Detailed Memoir of the Events of the Siege of Castle Oblivion Chapter 9 Lexaeus looked up from his book, glancing at down at Zexion.  The younger was reading a book of his own across from him, sitting in an old couch that dated back to their days at Radiant Garden.  It was old and soft—one that Ienzo frequently sat upon in the break room.  Many memories were within the soft, worn leather—Lexaeus could trace the mars and tears as fluidly as he could look dart through mechanisms, memories of each could be recalled within an instant.  One such mark—a burn upon the arm of the chair—was made by a c