Once upon a darker age, the castle had been crawling with Lesser Nobodies. Servants, watchers and assistants for the members of the first Organization XIII. Their numbers had been reduced when the True Organization had taken the castle, however, and after the War only three Dusks remained. There was also a Dragoon and two Dancers, but Xehanort rarely saw them.
The Dusks were still servants and watchers for the lord of a now empty castle, nevertheless, so the moment the younger Xehanort landed on the balcony, one of those three Dusks slithered off to warn the older version.
“Bring him here.” Xehanort had ordered, after an entire minute trying to understand what the Dusk was trying to say. All he managed to learn was that there was a visitor looking for him, but that would be enough. Few people knew of his location. So Xehanort waited on yet another white room with three couches and a desk, surrounded by shelves of books and sitting regally on the couch furthest from the door, an arm on the armrest over the book he’d been reading.
The Dusk appeared in front of the younger Xehanort not long afterward, slithering around and trying to catch his attention so that they could lead him to the requested room.
Xehanort wandered through the halls of the fortress for a bit, peeking into unused rooms, exploring the open spaces. It was a fascinating place - he’d never seen a fortress quite like this - but again, until he’d arrived in this timeline, Scala ad Caelum and the Destiny Islands were the only places he’d ever been and neither world had anything like this. Even his most recent explorations had been to worlds with the typical fairy tale castles.
This was... entirely different, the world cold as the shadows it was seeped in, the fortress bare and intimidating. And, he thought, empty until he saw the white creatures that appeared before him, flitting and leaping about.
“Oh - are you - “ Xehanort wasn’t entirely sure what they wanted at first, unable to understand them. Some gestures followed their arrival and the creature started to move away, and he figured he was meant to follow. “Alright, then.”
The creatures lead him through the fortress, through corridors and a strange room with damaged markers that stood like broken tombstones. They finally brought him into the wide room where his older self sat waiting.
“This place seems... cozy,” he commented hesitantly. “Could use some paint, though.”
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