Muse has NO idea what Mun is doing. Mun concurs.

[make_it_right]

[The Lingering Will's "voice" isn't much more than hollow, metallic noises. Despite that, he can be understood on a weird, fundamental level.]


Why did you take me from the battlefield? I can't atone for my mistakes here.

All I am is armor and rage. There is nothing else for me.

Comments

[make_it_right]

There's darkness in every heart. I think...it's what a person does with it that's important. My Master was so focused on the light, that he didn't notice his own darkness until it was too late.

[He looks down. Though there's no face to look at, he still looks downcast.]

I fell too deeply into mine, and he used it against me. Took everything from me.

[He clenches a fist, darkness radiating from the armor.]

Xehanort!

[To say he's got an axe to grind is the understatement of the century.]

[foggedlight]

[Woo boy, that there is some serious rage. Tathara takes a step back, raising the shield she wears on one arm. Out of reflex more than anything, she raises her voice.]

If you're angry, use it! If you lose what you cherish, fight to get it back! Better to die yourself than live on as someone- something else!

[Anger rises up in the back of her throat, choking her words for a moment.]

To do otherwise is an insult to everything either of us have lost.

[make_it_right]

[The darkness settles as the Lingering Will remembers his fight with Xehanort. He doesn't know what happened to him after they fought, but the fact that he still didn't have his body was proof enough that Xehanort was still out there.]

I did. Fought Xehanort. Defeated him. He escaped. Took my body and my heart with him. I...don't know if there's enough left of me to try again.

[He takes off his helmet, revealing the fact that there's literally nothing inside of it, before replacing it.]

[foggedlight]

[Animated armor? Not that weird. Sentient animated armor? Pretty freakin' weird.]

Lathander preserve-! You weren't exaggerating about that last part. Good grief... [She approaches gingerly, step by step.] You're... still you in there. There's still something. That's a step up. Isn't it?

[make_it_right]

[And strangely enough, not that weird for a Keyblade Master. It had been one of their early lessons, about how a Master could impart such a strong will upon their armor that it would act as them even if they weren't wearing it. The Lingering Will was grateful that the lesson had been a true one.]

If Xehanort hadn't taken my body, my mind would have never needed to take refuge here. But...I can still protect, still try to make things right. It's something.