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[And now, viewers out there, a post which is in no way involved with the spell! Shoot me if it's not allowed or something idk. But ALAS. A portal opens, and into the corner of the room appears a really tall guy with a hoodie on. That's not too mysterious, right? Well, it's not. Totally. Until after a good ten minutes of silently observing the room he flips off his hood and PSYCH it's Xemnas.

...Hi. It's the future version of

terranort. As if the name didn't give it away. ~~watch me fail all over~~]

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[He's surprised. He's moment... OH NO WAIT LOL IT WAS ONLY A ONE SECOND PAUSE]

It changes nothing. Your heart is not your own, XIII. It is borrowed weight taken from a crossroads of worlds; the refuse of those who truly exist within the realms dominated by light and darkness. And even regardless of your futile beliefs in that respect, consider...

[Step forward...]

Your memories of your dear "friends" to do exist in any sense of the word. Your feelings from the time are false. The Town you inhabited is false. Your anger now is wasted; you are defending something which never existed.

No, you're wrong. The Hayner and Pence from back home, they're here too.

I just saw Hayner the other day.

Have you considered, Key of Destiny, that they are but data, and as such are as transitive as ones and zeroes?

But they're still here. They still act real and everything.

[...FROWN.]

That's good enough for me.

An act would have to be good enough for a traitor who denies his lack of existence.

As long as I'm here, then I do exist.

Even if he thinks otherwise.

You do not exist. It is questionable even if this "here" we are speaking on exists. Consider; if it is a crossroads of worlds, how can it exist with no "world" and therefore no "keyhole" to link it to the Heart of All Worlds?

Does it matter? This place doesn't make any sense.

What else would it be if it weren't real?

Why, XIII, I thought you were enlightened. It would be what all else eventually comes to; it would be nothingness.

Like... a Nobody world?

Indeed; the sum of everything that a world is not; shunned from both light and darkness and removed from the Heart of All Worlds.

That almost makes sense.

[...hm.]

Say, do you know anything about a guy named Terra?

There were tales, long ago, of three keyblade masters who chased a common goal. A period known as the Keyblade War. The tail of it is where the chasers come from.

That's not exactly what I mean.

[...dang it, he wants to know if you're him.]

That's who the Xehanort I talked to used to be.

[...If there was a pause, it's certainly not showing here. Nope, not at all]

I cannot deny that possibility. Even now, the memories of who I was prior to my arrival in the Garden as "Xehanort" are a mystery to me. Such a thing would be woefully ironic, however.

You really don't remember? ...maybe you're not the same, then, because he did.

A curious delusion of grander and his part, one would assume. Perhaps I shall invest the time to investigate the matter more completely. Or even... you, XIII, could rejoin our order once more. As the Key of our Organization, you would discover more about the Keyblade War and report to me once again.

Why should I trust you?

You're the enemy, Sora's enemy, anyway. What good would it do?

And what are you to Sora? What loyalty do you owe to one which never knew of you? Or is he, like the others, one you foolishly consider to be a friend?

He doesn't seem that bad, but...

[a part of him envies Sora, really. But that's not all he envies...]

Just... what would I have to do?

In the absence of a keyhole and with the abundance of keybearers... the weapon at hand would be information. Something that we are at a lack of, particularly in relation to the many realities will roam these halls. You, as our XIII, would seek out these mysteries. You will tell me of this "Terra" and his companions, should he have any.

[...a long pause, and then a nod. He's kind of skeptical, but maybe this can help clue him in.]

... Alright.

[...This is a sage evil smirk there. And then, knowing like]

As such, you would do well to give me your first report now.

[...he's a bit hesitant, but he nods again. What he knows isn't pretty.]

That Xehanort I talked about used to be Terra, and he erased Ven. Aqua died, but he still misses her, I think.

They were the apprentices that went after Master Xehanort... Something about the light.

And they all have Keyblades.

And so you know much; the names, the objective, the means... and yet you know so little by the same token. The details appear to have escaped you, XIII. But then, before the objective was given, it would be expected of you to have only the sparsest of information.