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     What a feeling -- one he'd only felt once before, and quite a while ago at that, but it wasn't one that he could easily forget either even if he had wanted to. In fact, Xehanort still couldn't shake the memories of that meeting from his mind, and in the end had resorted to surpressing them, putting them away for later and trying to pretend they didn't exist.

     "I had almost started to believe I wouldn't see you again." He had almost started to hope he wouldn't see him again. In fact, as time had gone on, he'd nearly forgotten the other, or at least surpressed his memories of that short incident and packed them away to the back of his mind. "Yet here you are, aren't you?" Gloved hands clenched at the boy's side, revealing a small amount of his strain. He wouldn't lash out this time -- that was unlikely. It was possible that he even felt a bit of regret for what he had done. Would he say that? Probably not. 

You mean Keyblade.

Write a paragraph (either directed to my muse or in story form) that you think will shatter their heart into a thousand pieces.

And the oddity of hearing it from Eraqus was also finally becoming more smooth. His voice had still changed so much over the years... --reminiscing stops when he realizes the boy was still quite present, and approaching him for some reason. The reason being... paper? Oh. Magicallly-infused paper. Well, that was quite a bit more impressive.

He leans down ever so slightly, placing his own hand under Eraqus's to turn the paper this way and that. "The construction alone is nothing to scoff at, you're quite skilled at origami," a sharp grin, and that was obviously not want Eraqus was interested in.