These last few weeks have been unerringly cruel, the perfect storm to brew in an uncertain heart nothing but pain, rage and loss. To find home and world is forever barred from him, destroyed by his own actions, every person he trusted viewing him with naked hatred and fear, then ... then, oh, this world, this 'Entity' returns to him all he'd lost, and he'd fought, fought so hard to keep the illusion even as it came apart around him, because with it came family and purpose and a place to belong...
And that too has been torn away.
This world too, is ending. His family is nothing. Has never been. And as the Entity screams Its fury against them, it's not with the Voidtreckers, his 'own allies', that all of his sympathy resides with. No. He knows the loss, the despair and grief and pain too keenly to easily ignore it, it had dogged him since the very moment the train took him and dropped him on a platform and then obliterated the mystery and wonder by serving up those of his world facing him with bloody-minded intention. It is with only fury and grief and loss that Theodore - Xehannort - whichever, did it really matter anymore - that he stands in the street as it comes apart, watching the sky flicker and change, the roar of Darkness, of countless hearts mired in nothing but the shadow of terror and rage, a constant thundering cacophony. There is no light here in this place, not anymore. This world will fall. And in it, the whisper of his own Darkness.
I would help you, if I could.
But he can't. And so he does what he can, and turns away.
There's a woman who knows what the SCAs can do, and that's something, isn't it? A way for others to escape. A way out for some, when so many others would not be able to. And so, like other Voidtreckers, he listens to the directions, watches Anan's demonstration, and with little hesitation, follows.
In the light, he throws a long, dark shadow. It shifts like a living thing, rises around him like smoke, and intensifies by degrees the longer he remains, absorbing the grief and fear and pain that seethed around him. It is not with comforting hands of brilliance that he offers to those seeking evacuation, but quivering Darkness. That too might be a source of comfort against the chaos of the river, any stable point is a welcome one isn't it?
OTA - Xehanort, Orange Team
And that too has been torn away.
This world too, is ending. His family is nothing. Has never been. And as the Entity screams Its fury against them, it's not with the Voidtreckers, his 'own allies', that all of his sympathy resides with. No. He knows the loss, the despair and grief and pain too keenly to easily ignore it, it had dogged him since the very moment the train took him and dropped him on a platform and then obliterated the mystery and wonder by serving up those of his world facing him with bloody-minded intention. It is with only fury and grief and loss that Theodore - Xehannort - whichever, did it really matter anymore - that he stands in the street as it comes apart, watching the sky flicker and change, the roar of Darkness, of countless hearts mired in nothing but the shadow of terror and rage, a constant thundering cacophony. There is no light here in this place, not anymore. This world will fall. And in it, the whisper of his own Darkness.
I would help you, if I could.
But he can't. And so he does what he can, and turns away.
There's a woman who knows what the SCAs can do, and that's something, isn't it? A way for others to escape. A way out for some, when so many others would not be able to. And so, like other Voidtreckers, he listens to the directions, watches Anan's demonstration, and with little hesitation, follows.
In the light, he throws a long, dark shadow. It shifts like a living thing, rises around him like smoke, and intensifies by degrees the longer he remains, absorbing the grief and fear and pain that seethed around him. It is not with comforting hands of brilliance that he offers to those seeking evacuation, but quivering Darkness. That too might be a source of comfort against the chaos of the river, any stable point is a welcome one isn't it?
...Isn't it?