Dear friends. Dearer enemies.
[ A familiar and not-familiar voice. The darkened city skyline. For those that know it, Xehanort's home is recognizable, though the view is not from the porch this time, or even from the second floor balcony. The speaker is perched on the roof, standing tall and steady against a howling wind. At the edges of the
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What have you done? Give him back!
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[ Turns the NV so he can face it - face Riku - properly. ] You had to have known. This was an inevitable conclusion.
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Give him back, Xehanort. He is not yours to take.
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Oh. Yes.
Nothing.
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The heart is a malleable thing and, with it, the rest of an individual's existence.
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Renovating, I see. [In more ways than one. Sherlock still keeps his voice even.]
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[ Inclines his head. ] Are you going to add your voice of protest to the others?
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