[Terra can listen to what's said, even with his thoughts elsewhere, settled into their endless circle of doubt and self-recrimination. He'll remember all of it; he did his thinking best when alone, without distractions, and now he was definitely not alone. It doesn't prevent the flash of other things as Vixie explains a little better, piercing the uncertainty with outrage and indignation, isn't it important to pass on that Xehanort can possess people?, but for the most part his thoughts are elsewhere.
Even thinking about Xehanort dredged up bitter fury. With no outlet for it, it simply smolders, delicately tainting every other thought and feeling with the razor's edge of undeserved anger.
Instead, he bows his head. It might be acknowledgment, it might be agreement, it might be something completely different. I'm not a good person. Things would be easier if you'd just acknowledge that. It's hard to tell from the outside exactly what draws that gesture of possible-appeasement, maybe-agreement. He was good at hiding.]
Remind me to tell you a story about a river and a scorpion sometime.
[But not now. This ... mess of seven lights and thirteen darknesses made no sense. Starting a war for no purpose was stupidity at its finest. The last time a Keyblade War happened, the world shattered into countless fragments. What next? Mere particles of worlds?
It's a lot to think about, and Terra doesn't do his thinking around others.]
Is there anything else?
[Things he should know. Things that might be important. Things that might further damn him, but forewarned is forearmed or ... something, he wasn't sure how the phrase went anymore. Could the future be changed? Could he save anyone at all?]
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Even thinking about Xehanort dredged up bitter fury. With no outlet for it, it simply smolders, delicately tainting every other thought and feeling with the razor's edge of undeserved anger.
Instead, he bows his head. It might be acknowledgment, it might be agreement, it might be something completely different. I'm not a good person. Things would be easier if you'd just acknowledge that. It's hard to tell from the outside exactly what draws that gesture of possible-appeasement, maybe-agreement. He was good at hiding.]
Remind me to tell you a story about a river and a scorpion sometime.
[But not now. This ... mess of seven lights and thirteen darknesses made no sense. Starting a war for no purpose was stupidity at its finest. The last time a Keyblade War happened, the world shattered into countless fragments. What next? Mere particles of worlds?
It's a lot to think about, and Terra doesn't do his thinking around others.]
Is there anything else?
[Things he should know. Things that might be important. Things that might further damn him, but forewarned is forearmed or ... something, he wasn't sure how the phrase went anymore. Could the future be changed? Could he save anyone at all?]