[Sending Dorumon off and then having this conversation was probably incredibly unwise. The darkness would utilize any negative emotion it found, and enhance it, deepen it, use it as the very fuel Xehanort would have urged him to use not so long ago.
And his control is dubious at best. Dorumon had talked him out of it once already, but he's not here now. And irrational annoyance and jealousy of all things seethes up before he struggles to repress it. That kid and one of his best friends, one of only two he had left, had a connection stronger than he could know? So they die, and they're just replaced--
He jerks his hand away when Vixie reaches out to touch, expression gone distinctly hostile. Some people resort to biting, scathing retorts, but Terra isn't one to settle things verbally when sufficiently agitated.
This time, at least, he realizes what he's doing before he can follow through with the impulse that rises. He hadn't before, and others had paid. It was irrational, and he knew it. He had nothing to be jealous over, nothing to be angry over.
Perspective.
They're gone. Himself. Aqua. They fail. Ven survives. Maybe not all of him, but some part of him, that brilliant shining heart, still survived. If he was alive then ... then their failure wasn't total. Xehanort couldn't have won, not completely, and most importantly of all
Ventus survives it. Maybe not in his own body. Maybe not awake. But he was alive. Whatever nightmare scenario was coming, he'd get out of it.
Nothing is actually said for a while. While tempers are easy to set off it's much harder to throttle them down, fight back the unwanted darkness and bottle it back up as best he could. Vixie hadn't done anything but tell him. When he speaks finally, his tone is remarkably steady.]
Then ... I'll have to be satisfied with that. He'll be alright, even if we're not there. He's a tough kid, tougher than people think.
[Not Sora.]
If someone's tearing up the worlds, then one heart floating by itself would ... be in a lot of danger. He's probably safer this way. He'd always been a sleepyhead. Only Ven could take a ten year nap.
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And his control is dubious at best. Dorumon had talked him out of it once already, but he's not here now. And irrational annoyance and jealousy of all things seethes up before he struggles to repress it. That kid and one of his best friends, one of only two he had left, had a connection stronger than he could know? So they die, and they're just replaced--
He jerks his hand away when Vixie reaches out to touch, expression gone distinctly hostile. Some people resort to biting, scathing retorts, but Terra isn't one to settle things verbally when sufficiently agitated.
This time, at least, he realizes what he's doing before he can follow through with the impulse that rises. He hadn't before, and others had paid. It was irrational, and he knew it. He had nothing to be jealous over, nothing to be angry over.
Perspective.
They're gone. Himself. Aqua. They fail. Ven survives. Maybe not all of him, but some part of him, that brilliant shining heart, still survived. If he was alive then ... then their failure wasn't total. Xehanort couldn't have won, not completely, and most importantly of all
Ventus survives it. Maybe not in his own body. Maybe not awake. But he was alive. Whatever nightmare scenario was coming, he'd get out of it.
Nothing is actually said for a while. While tempers are easy to set off it's much harder to throttle them down, fight back the unwanted darkness and bottle it back up as best he could. Vixie hadn't done anything but tell him. When he speaks finally, his tone is remarkably steady.]
Then ... I'll have to be satisfied with that. He'll be alright, even if we're not there. He's a tough kid, tougher than people think.
[Not Sora.]
If someone's tearing up the worlds, then one heart floating by itself would ... be in a lot of danger. He's probably safer this way. He'd always been a sleepyhead. Only Ven could take a ten year nap.