♕ - “No.. It’s not a problem..” Despite the reassurance there was a tinge of unspoken agreement. No amount of mental prodding would ever bring him to the remote flame of answering exactly why such thoughts came to be. No attempts were made to mask the confusion that settled upon his face as they reached an understanding through silence.
Whatever this was? It may be a matter well beyond their versatile know-how involving the Heart.
He invites Terra to sit by him as they take one of the circular lounge chairs scattered throughout the Land of Departure. Here the two men could come to figure out exactly what was ailing him. Curiosity made of laced his concern, however, the heartfelt emotion of wanting to support Terra exceeds any of the technical thoughts on the matter. Seeing that rugged weariness these thoughts were producing said more than enough.
He could see that Terra was struggling in even keeping himself balanced amidst it all. “Memories? Ah, you two were..” Connected? In the most twisted, malicious filled sense of the word, they were. Xehanort had been a virus that plagued any and all underneath the banner of X and intended to drive the entire cosmos to ruin for his cherished KEYBLADE WAR.
Sora could only remain with a heavy heart as truthfully? It was hard on what could really be said. Hints and pieces blurred his mind’s eye from time to time, yet, it sounds nowhere as excruciating as the cold horror the late Master is forced to bear. “If he is.. If such a part is trying to hide-- I.. I think you should be ready to face him.”
After all.
The crawling chaos that inflicts the deepest depths of his heart couldn’t be ignored now days. It rests and waits.
“...”
“Hey?”
”Do you think it’d help if you were to learn more? Back then Xehanort wrote these recordings, bits of the past he wanted to keep somewhere while keeping that fake name known as Ansem.”
“Me, Donald and Goofy had collected and kept them in mint condition sense. I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to see them.”
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