[Things would be set right. If they were going to make him a god then a god he would be. And if his domain was over the barrier between life and death itself, then ... so be it. He would find a way to make it advantageous, once he had more understanding. Knowledge too was power.
The black and fire doesn't frighten him. There was nothing to fear from darkness or flame, properly controlled.. and that he would see to. The weight of the strange skeletal weapon Zangetsu's become is familiar in a way swords never were, with all the heaviness down the end like a mace or an axe but still different. He knew how to hold a weapon like this, but wondering why was just going to have to wait. It only takes a moment, a span of seconds that seems to last far too long.
Another time, another space. Some other world and possibly not one but two people dying, the anguished scream of the ginger haired boy echoed in the despairing howl of the white creature that was his strange pale mirror.
Xehanort doesn't understand. But he doesn't have to in order to feel the echo of crushing emotions that weren't his at all. Even as the memory breaks off in fragmented pieces like the events themselves had, the despair lingers. He ... didn't know what it was like to be so determined to try to protect someone.
Well. Maybe he had an idea now. And it hurt.
The skeletal keyblade is raised, long chain dangling like a serpent's tail.]
Well now.
[Anything else is going to take him a minute or two.]
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The black and fire doesn't frighten him. There was nothing to fear from darkness or flame, properly controlled.. and that he would see to. The weight of the strange skeletal weapon Zangetsu's become is familiar in a way swords never were, with all the heaviness down the end like a mace or an axe but still different. He knew how to hold a weapon like this, but wondering why was just going to have to wait. It only takes a moment, a span of seconds that seems to last far too long.
Another time, another space. Some other world and possibly not one but two people dying, the anguished scream of the ginger haired boy echoed in the despairing howl of the white creature that was his strange pale mirror.
Xehanort doesn't understand. But he doesn't have to in order to feel the echo of crushing emotions that weren't his at all. Even as the memory breaks off in fragmented pieces like the events themselves had, the despair lingers. He ... didn't know what it was like to be so determined to try to protect someone.
Well. Maybe he had an idea now. And it hurt.
The skeletal keyblade is raised, long chain dangling like a serpent's tail.]
Well now.
[Anything else is going to take him a minute or two.]