...and Naught remains

Still here.

Still hype for 0.3 more seconds of Apprentice Xehanort.

I now very, very unofficially have a Master of Masters blog. 

Munday random facts! | Accepting

...young Xehanort’s reaction to whatever name the Master of Masters gave him.

Whatever name it was, Xehanort recognises it.  Not only recognises it: he’s been confidently talking all this time, even being a little dismissive of the Master of Masters just before this point, but whatever he hears doesn’t just spark recognition and surprise, it’s enough to have him freeze and go dead quiet in shock.

It transformed into watching Back Cover and finding all kinds of design details.

MoM’s chair.

The back of MoM’s chair appears to have a keyhole in it.  And is also not helping with the “Satanic archetype” vibe.

The table design associates a colour gem with each animal.  Interestingly, the actual gems the Foretellers are wearing don’t match: Ira’s wearing purple (the Snake on the table), Aced is wearing red (the Unicorn on the table), Ava is wearing sea green (hard too tell if that’s the Leopard or the Bear), Gula is wearing sky blue (likewise), and Invi is wearing white (possibly the Fox on the table, though that looks kinda pinkish).

And here’s the backs of the chairs at that table. 

Was Terra in there? Vanitas couldn’t help but wonder that as he stared back at Ansem. His mask, always present, kept his face hidden for the time being. Ansem could not see the scowl he wore. How much of a resemblance to Master Xehanort did Ansem bear? Or, was there enough of Terra in him to offset his master’s personality traits?

At least with Sora, he could tell.

“I was simply wondering what might have possessed the old man to think that pulling you out of your own time would be a worthwhile endeavor.”

Demyx looks out over the keyblades one more time. “Then I guess you have your answer. Nothing has changed and the wielders of old charged in like the heroes of light soon will.” The answer seemed lackluster after so long looking for it. But then Xehanort was relying on history to repeat itself so his plan could work. There wasn’t much else Xemnas could learn from these keys.

There was a truth there.  Light, Darkness, the Heart... their fundamental natures did not change.  And thus the cycle was destined to repeat itself, for as long as the worlds were built on those foundations.  For all his talk of a new order and a clean slate, the old Master’s thinking was too firmly embedded in those concepts not to build the same ancient mistakes into his new world.  A clean slate meant nothing.  It had to be broken entirely.

“Perhaps that is so.”

But there was still the slimmest of chances.  Kingdom Hearts would be summoned.  And at that point, would Xehanort still command the loyalty of those who had other plans for it...