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[ Master Xehanort is in a much better mood than before. The changes this dressing room went through are quite pleasing, they’re even handful. Rather than staying to live amongst other peoples, Master Xehanort is now living, experimenting and plotting in the Keyblade Graveyard.

If anyone is curious enough to stop by this mysterious place and see the countless Keyblades laying there, odds are that the old Keyblade Master will spot them and speak to them. He is in a nice mood so he won’t attack or try to kill anyone, he’ll even be courteous and ready to debate, speak or divulge the history of the place if he feels it serves him. Although, he remains attached to his purpose and will still try to turn peoples to his cause or darkness if he sees a good occasion. ]

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It is peaceful. It's even a beautiful place, don't you think? You more than anyone should feel the nostalgia and beauty this place inspires.

[ He looks down at this point. ]

Unfortunately, the repeated events that happened here were vain.

[A moment's pause, not really wanting to admit to it, but-]

...Yeah. I can. Even with all the tragedy that's happened here. Everything in vain sounds about right.

Yes my boy. If the dead could judge us today, they would probably curse all of us for what we did with their inheritance.

Countless Keyblade Wielders fought here in the hope to see the world evolve, every single of them with dreams, a hope on how the World could evolve. And in the end, what happened? The World became prisoner of a system created by peoples drove by fear and ignorance, a system refuting all idea of evolution and progress.

[He sighs. He knows that this is probably trying to soften him up, but dammit, he can't help but agree to an extent...]

Maybe people need a dream they can agree on. Something they can fight together for, not against each other.

This 'dressing room' as they call it is quite a fascinating place. I have seen peoples from worlds I didn't imagine could exist, and I have had the occasion to study their history and compare it with other worlds history. A common point I found in most civilizations is that, visionary, those with revolutionary ideas are hated, despised and persecuted when they're alive. Yet, years, sometime centuries after their death, they're revered as precursors, admired as peoples who could think ahead of their time and move the world. They fought against the mass and sometime lost, but their ideas triumphed.

[ He pauses. ]

If visionaries are to wait for everyone to reach their level of understanding and agree with their ideas, the world shall never evolve and always stagnate in mediocrity, do not you agree?

[Shuffle.]

...you've got a point.

[Although he really doesn't like saying as much...]

[ He nods. ]

Yet, I feel doubts in your heart, Xehanort. You know what is best for the world and what is to be done for the world to progress, evolve, you know the destiny awaiting peoples of your caliber, yet some things hinder your incredible potential.

[Only in your part of it, he thinks for a moment. A little smile, and -]

Thanks. But really - nothing's hindering me. I'm making my own choices in life.

Is that true? You agree with what i said, yet it's obviously a reluctant agreement. Your heart knows the truth, but your mind resists it. Have you been making your own choice, or did situations and peoples around you been making those choices for you?

[Grr. Don't push him. That smile's gone.]

No-one makes decisions in a vacuum.

Hum...

[ He turns around. This... 'family member', for lack of a better definition, is full of promise, but he's said enough for today. ]

Good answer, to be expected from you. I'll let you continue your study. May you reach better conclusions than I did...

[That? That sounds ... surprisingly reasonable coming from the old master, he thinks.]

Heh. [A thin smile.] Thanks. I'll see what I can do.

I wish you... good luck I suppose, albeit luck has little to do with your success.

[ And he walks away, satisfied as he sees... maybe... a possibility. ]

If I find anything interesting, perhaps I'll let you know?

[Though likely what he considers 'interesting' and the Master does are not quite the same. He'll give him a nod as he leaves.

That went - surprisingly well.]

[ The old man merely uttered a 'Yes, of course' to his younger counterpart last question. And he's confident they shall speak about this place again; he's sure Xehanort will ultimately find some of the secrets of this place. ]

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