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Who am I? Where did I come from?
Most people would be able to answer questions like these with ease, but a man with no past finds great difficulty in recalling something so simple. He has nothing but a name to live by -- effectively a blank slate -- and that fact alone is greatly troubling to the young Apprentice.
Everyone has an identity from which to draw particular aspects of their personality, but Xehanort's rather lacking memory gives him little to work with. He can be cold and distant at times, missing out on social cues and oftentimes feeling trapped and alienated by the world in which he's confined... But at the same time he can be profoundly naive and curious, sights stretched far beyond the borders of this tiny place. It is for this exact reason that he excels in the pursuits of science, constantly dissatisfied with the unknown and always left wanting to know more.
What secrets can be unlocked from the Heart? Where do the Heartless -- and the Darkness that causes them -- fit into the grand scheme of the Universe as a whole?
Just what will happen if these creatures manage to creep their way beyond the mysterious door he'd unlocked such a short while ago? Like the Hearts that were swallowed to create these shadowy beings, can the Heart of an entire World be consumed by Darkness?
As always, there is much for the apprentice to ponder upon, but answers seem to evade him at every turn-- And now, he has suffered the greatest betrayal of all, one that threatens to halt his research altogether...
Master Ansem, the very man who took him in and nursed him back to health when he was left teetering on the borders of life and death -- a man whom he greatly respected and admired -- has denied him the right to obtain the knowledge that he so desperately needs. He, the very same person who set his work in motion, now sees fit to turn back on his promises and rob his finest apprentice of the only thing he has in this wretched world!
Xehanort has always known it would come to this eventually, that Ansem lacks the courage to find the truth with a heart so fearful of what lay in the dark. So it is that he now plans to rid himself of the one holding him back, infuriated by the elder sage's display of cowardice and total disregard for progress.
It is at this point that a voice beckons him from the Darkness that lingers within the walls of his laboratory, urging him along like an adult might call for a lost son. He's never heard it before, he's sure... But then why does it possess some kind of vague familiarity? Is it a memory long forgotten from his past life, or something locked away in his subconscious, still present even unbeknownst to him?
It's more of a demand than anything, a hand clenching at the fabric where his weary, aching heart must surely rest within his own chest.
Oh, he grows so tired of asking questions...
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