@vanities-redemption from here
All things considered, Xehanort hadn’t had many things he could actually call his. He’d held no property while on Scala and he’d been a child while on the Islands, and he’d had no reason to settle down anywhere during the pilgrimage. It had been after some time on the run that he’d found this world and the perfect circumstances, where he’d once more became a scholar with a young son, and then one of the tutors of the prince and a few other noble kids, as well as Vanitas.
It had been some time, but the idea of having a place to call home still warred with a certain dislike of attaching himself to a place, even if he could still travel anywhere via the Darkness. But Vanitas deserved better than a life on the run, and Xehanort didn’t dislike being a teacher.
“We’ve traveled for a long time, it’s normal.” Xehanort mused. “You’re strong, but if you ever need a day off, do not be afraid to tell me.”
Xehanort himself had never skipped a day of training and sometimes it had been a mistake. He’d still keep an eye on Vanitas, if only to make sure he didn’t go too far.
“And all is well. I’ll soon be taking over your chemistry classes as well,” he added, somewhat amused. He’d needed to take into account how much they knew in the world they were in, and even then he could officially know more than the elderly tutor that was now retiring. “For some reason, people in this land are fond of fire, so we’ll keep to theory for some time.” He half-joked.
How could they not be fond of fire, when it was on the nation’s name?
