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[There's a place that looks awfully like Castle Oblivion, here. And a rather confused looking white-haired boy stepping into it, out of a room full of the sounds of wild falling waters. He turns, looking back the way he came, yelling back-]

Grandfather? Terra? Can you see this? I-

[Peek in. Peek out. Rub his head. Something's wrong - something's very wrong. But he'd just stepped from home, with his grandfather-namesake and his older brother and all his family, to out here, and that isn't something that's supposed to happen. You don't just - step out of the world. Not out of somewhere you're meant to fit in.

Still, curiosity's built into Xehanort almost by definition. Muttering directions under his breath to make sure things are okay, he heads onwards, through the shining white corridors... because he's going to get to the bottom of this.

The fact that he never had a grandfather or a brother in that sense isn't occurring to him right now.
Nor is the fact that the room's changing behind him.]

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That's what I thought. We've just gotta find it.

[He nods, starts to check - then looks back over his shoulder for a moment with an eyebrow raised.]

...So what are we looking for?

I'll know it when I see it.

[He laughs, shakes his head, and starts hunting his way through any doors near here.]

[Braig, meanwhile, starts doing the same on the other side of the hall. There's gotta be something.]

[Come here, interesting and relevant rooms... not off to a good start, though.]

[Not off to a good start at all, and Braig is almost starting to wonder if he's made the right choice.]

[Another door opened, closed... well, huh, at least the scenery in this one's different? Not just nondescript whiteness, but mirrored surfaces and windows that don't seem to be quite moving in step with what he's doing.]

How about this?

[Hunh, interesting. Not what he'd expected, but Braig's not about to turn down anything that looks like it might have some manner of promise.]

Worth a try.

[He wanders on in, looking around.]

It's something different around here, at least.

Exactly. And better we see what we can make of it than not.

[As he moves on, it seems the mirrored surfaces are moving more and more out of sync. He stops and puts his hand to one.]

What do you think? Frankly, I'm just kind of guessing here...

Well, it's gotta be running on memories, right? And we aren't exactly thinking of anything in particular.

Maybe if I do think of something particular then?

[He tries to bring one to mind, staring into the glass. Time spent with his 'dear uncle' outside of here.

There's a flicker of an image, sure. It's a memory, after all. But before it can become solid, it collapses.]

... Huh?

Now ain't that something. Lemme try that.

[He doesn't wait for Xeha to step aside. There are enough mirrors around that they both give it a go. His own memory is a simple one. The castle as he remembers it, before it fell to the darkness. It takes a moment, but sure enough, the image fades into sight.

Unlike Xeha's though, the memory seems to stay solid.]

Well... okay, but we both know the castle anyway...

[And when he tries the same thing, it does at least stay put longer than the last one did. At least it's a memory of a real place - even if the context it's in is wrong.]

Of course we do. The problem's not with the castle. Ah, here.

[There's a moment of concentration, and then the vision of the castle shifts into the castle as he'd last seen it, before they went on their quest to save the worlds. It's not a lovely picture, but by the way it's staying, it's a proper memory.]

[He starts back from his own mirror-]

What happened? What are you trying to...!

The darkness happened, kid. You and the Keyblade are important.

The Keyblade? I - so why not Grandfather, or Terra, or Van or...

[Flailing a bit here. Hell, of course he likes being important. Who wouldn't? But the context of it all...]

You really think Vanitas is the hero type?

You said important. You didn't say anything about hero.

[He laughs slightly, kicking at the ground. That sounds a bit better, though.]

Maybe I should've, hunh? But the truth is, the world's in a lot worse shape than what you saw in that other room.

And Vanitas isn't really related to you either.

I know that. He's Grandfather's other apprentice. I don't see what he sees in him, but... [Shrugging, but there's a hint of worry in his expression now.]

... And it's all like that? All like - how you're showing me the castle?

More or less, yeah. Maybe not so bad everywhere, but the Heartless are a problem.