IV. [Video] A Calm Darkness
...The closest it will ever be, they say...
[These words as spoken clearly as the Nobody faces away from the NV, looking up at the incredibly large moon from wherever he stands in the darkness.]
Many comparisons can be made. The physical differences between the mundane moon and Kingdom Hearts are the most obvious. Their purpose and meanings also create a rift between them, significant in either which way. Depending upon the viewer, it is left available for interpretation.
However, the overall ambiance given in its soft, pale light. Its luminescent brilliance makes the darkness much more tolerable for some...
...Perhaps I myself have missed many a night as calm and as quiet as this.
[He falls silent as his profile is almost backlit.]
Nostalgia.
[A hand rises, gesturing lightly in the cool night air.]
But can it be called "nostalgic"...if one cannot feel this way? There is no meaning to be found among its vagueness.
[The same hand then turns into a fist.]
And there is nothing to hold onto.
[Several beats pass before Xemnas lets the hand slowly drop back down to his side.]
Every moment is fleeting. Temporary. What else can be done? We cannot save time...and yet, we cannot waste it.
[Another solemn pause takes hold as he sees the NV has been recording, but he says nothing toward its decided action. Instead, he adds one last line.]
...Savor the moment. Reminisce, and then...forget.
[These words as spoken clearly as the Nobody faces away from the NV, looking up at the incredibly large moon from wherever he stands in the darkness.]
Many comparisons can be made. The physical differences between the mundane moon and Kingdom Hearts are the most obvious. Their purpose and meanings also create a rift between them, significant in either which way. Depending upon the viewer, it is left available for interpretation.
However, the overall ambiance given in its soft, pale light. Its luminescent brilliance makes the darkness much more tolerable for some...
...Perhaps I myself have missed many a night as calm and as quiet as this.
[He falls silent as his profile is almost backlit.]
Nostalgia.
[A hand rises, gesturing lightly in the cool night air.]
But can it be called "nostalgic"...if one cannot feel this way? There is no meaning to be found among its vagueness.
[The same hand then turns into a fist.]
And there is nothing to hold onto.
[Several beats pass before Xemnas lets the hand slowly drop back down to his side.]
Every moment is fleeting. Temporary. What else can be done? We cannot save time...and yet, we cannot waste it.
[Another solemn pause takes hold as he sees the NV has been recording, but he says nothing toward its decided action. Instead, he adds one last line.]
...Savor the moment. Reminisce, and then...forget.