[See Terra. See Terra struggle so hard against the Vogons who are trying to pin him to a table. THEY'RE NOT FREAKING TAKING HIM DOWN. OVER HIS DEAD BODY.]
Why should I believe you? I already saw my world being destroyed-- You're not taking me in with those kinds of li-- GET OFF!!
I need to go help my friends! AQUAAA! VENTUS!! [Oh he's pissed now. Terra manages to shake them off, just enough to free his right hand.
And a light shines, and his
big honking keyblade appears in his hand no it's not compensating for anything. The rest is history-- until the fifth Vogon goes down and Terra decides it's time to get his butt out of there.] I have already warned you not to get in my way. It's nothing personal against you, but there are more important things to do right now than listen to your explanations.
Or lies. I've already told you, my world is gone. It was gone long before you took me here.
You're just wasting my time.
[The keyblade is pointed at one of the portholes, but it does nothing. Absolutely nothing. And in the moments of Terra's distraction, a whole mass of fur and alien anatomy descend upon him.
Sorry, bro.
You can hear him yelling. Some of what he's saying goes along the lines of:] What is th-- You're not putting that in my ear--!
[When the Vogons scatter, you can see him sitting on the floor, looking all "B(!!" and clutching his ear. There... there are just no words for what he's just gone through. No. Words.]