Which was a funny word, considering all Riku had seen and dealt with on his travels. But still, the information shocked him. He stepped back in contemplation, already delving into the implications. A Master from the beginning of the age of the Keyblade. There were so many questions he wanted to ask, so many theories he wanted to confirm and run by him.
But there were more pressing issues at stake as well. “Then why are you here?” He finally asked, eyeing the man warily. Not because he was suspicious of him, but because he worried for whatever his answer might be. “You wouldn’t have gone through the trouble without a good reason. Is there something going on we need to know?”
‘And why do you look so familiar?’
❛ nothing’s really impossible if you think about it... all actions can only be delayed, tasked from one person to another. the same goes for notions && thoughts. even feelings... ❜, ursus gently uttered in response, his entire form - every little aspect - enveloped in absolute calm && neutrality.
however, following the inquiries of the other, the master found himself crossing his arms across his chest, jewels clanking upon the movement of his robes, an expression of mild disbelief washing over his features, if only momentarily.
❛ you know why i’m here. everybody knows why. can’t you see ? war has begun again... but i can only be in a single place at once. my powers, like those of others, are limited. now it’s your turn to be guided. protected. i just... wish i could have come to you sooner. before you succumbed to darkness. i’m so sorry, child. ❜
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