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Xehanorts heart crumbles before them, sparking out into motes of light that feel at odds with the darkness that was pouring from the man a second prior. They twinkle as they vanish up into the abyss above their shared station, until all theres is left is the faint silence of their shared heart.
Ventus stares after the heart blankly for a second, before he collapses to his knees beside Vanitas, his half of the X blade disspating in his hands as he brings them up to his face with a low moan. The emotions that had been buried under the shared determination of the fight came to a final, ugly, head. Ventus had his body back, technically, but he had nothing else. No friends. No master. No purpose. No reason to exist. The weight of his actions seemed crushing, towards Vanitas, towards Xehanort, even towards himself.
Completed as he was. For the first time in his life, Ventus felt completely alone.
He sobbed into his hands, an ugly inhuman sound that echoed around the station. His composure was completly broken, there was hardly any sign of the blank eyed creature that had stalked Vanitas and his friends. Just any other person, any other kid, mourning something he couldn't take back.
Ventus stares after the heart blankly for a second, before he collapses to his knees beside Vanitas, his half of the X blade disspating in his hands as he brings them up to his face with a low moan. The emotions that had been buried under the shared determination of the fight came to a final, ugly, head. Ventus had his body back, technically, but he had nothing else. No friends. No master. No purpose. No reason to exist. The weight of his actions seemed crushing, towards Vanitas, towards Xehanort, even towards himself.
Completed as he was. For the first time in his life, Ventus felt completely alone.
He sobbed into his hands, an ugly inhuman sound that echoed around the station. His composure was completly broken, there was hardly any sign of the blank eyed creature that had stalked Vanitas and his friends. Just any other person, any other kid, mourning something he couldn't take back.