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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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Of course it is!

[He smiles.

Idly, he calls up one last memory on the mirrors, for as long as it lasts: one last happy vision of how things could have been. As ever, it fragments and dies, and he sighs softly.]

[Braig doesn't say anything. There's he can say that would make anything better. Not when the world's already so horrible.]

... Come on. Let's get out of here.

You got it.

[And with that, Braig turns towards the door.]

[Xeha heads on after him, hands resting in pockets, not wanting to look back.]