Terra arches a brow, surprise leaving his lips parted, before he snaps his mouth shut again. “Riku… Please don’t mistake what I was saying… You could never disappoint me- no matter what happens…” His expression tightens, as he rests a hand on Riku’s forearm. “It isn’t your fault.” He did think that it would be much easier to save the other two who mattered most besides Riku, but that did not mean it would happen, it did not mean it was so simple. Even after figuring out their locations he knew what was coming was not a path tread so easily.
For one, Aqua was in a place he held fear for, not in particular for what may lay there, but because of the pure fact that it was a place of darkness, something he held with little regard, and an overwhelming amount of panic, and fear, which it would hold against him. He was positive he needed her to save Ven however, so there was no avoiding that that realm would be the first path they would have to go to- although he would not force Riku to come, in the end if his apprentice refused, it would be time to just throw it all to the wind and try to save them himself.
“I need to know something. No- I need to request something…” Terra shifts, and stands up, before facing Riku. “I need you to help me with something- if you can deem it possible. A long time ago…” The brunet pauses for a moment, suddenly unsure. He had never planned how to explain this to his silver haired apprentice, and the memories were something he did not try to dwell on becuase of how much they hurt.
“My friends and I, we all trained to be keyblade masters. Only one of us succeeded, and after that we split up. Due to the malicious, and twisting actions of a man named…” He falters, something akin to fear flashing across his features, before his hand goes to his side, as he calls his keyblade to it, eyes scanning over the surface.
“Xe…” With a heavy sigh Terra shakes his head. He was just going to have to skip that detail, no matter how important it was. “Because of his actions, and my mistakes- they were forced into situations I had no power to fix. I lost one of them in the Realm of Darkness, and the other is in a comatose. I need to save them, but I don’t think I can do it alone. That’s why I need your help.” What had become of him himself was something he was keeping locked away forever, in the chained box he could call his heart, where there was always a sense of fear that Xehanort still lingered, and both his emotions, and the possible fragments of the old man’s heart needed to be locked away.