Murphy ends up grabbing Xehanort's coat to keep his attention. "Hey, I mean it." If he'd known how people treated him, how Xehanort felt, he might have some stronger opinions considering his own history.

But right now they have to defend themselves, and he can't manage a deeper heart-to-heart of whatever emotional drivel this is without it.

"I actually hate getting blood on my clothes," he admits with a prissy since before he steps out from behind the wall with his cane at the ready, waiting for the next furry and fanged and not-tank-sized thing to come their way.