"We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone--"

[caliginose]

Who: Master Xehanort (caliginose) and Aqua (createsoblivion)
When: This afternoon, before the Darkness.
Where: Near Baxter stop, Sector 9
Summary: After receiving a sudden and unexpected call, Aqua rushes to help an injured but momentarily free Terra. Or so she assumes.
Warnings: Evil shit happening up in here. ...but the rating is PG.

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[createsoblivion]

[She'd nearly faltered to a stop when the call was closed, silence ringing through louder than anything else in the city. Instead she pocketed her Wayfinder and took off again; she knew she was close. Close to Terra.

That had definitely been Terra's voice. Had.. been him. But how had he broken free? Part of her mind was screaming every alarm bell possible. Hadn't something like this happened before? Hadn't she thought she'd found Terra, struggling against the Darkness controlled in his heart... When it hadn't been him to begin with.

Aqua wasn't stupid. She'd keep her guard up, even if she had all the hope in the world that maybe, just maybe, it really was her friend. That he'd broken free of Xehanort's control and called out to her for help. Help she would give him.

It wasn't hard to spot him once she neared the station, her run slowing to a near stop just little ways off. Dark hair. No eerie silver that made her nightmares seem real all over again.]

Terra...

[caliginose]

[ "Terra."

For a split second, he wants to lash out at her. Chase her off. She shouldn't be here. Even with his memories in pieces and the rest of him half dead, there's strength enough to want to stop whatever it is that he's so afraid of (Afraid? But...). His shoulders tense and he starts to turn, hand half-closing around some imagined weight, but he stumbles before he even makes it halfway.

Terra's knees hit the ground hard, his hands scraping on the rough concrete. ]

Aqua. [ His voice comes out a croak and it's several seconds before he makes another attempt. ] Aqua, you shouldn't have come.

This can't be right. I don't remember how I got here.

[createsoblivion]

[One step. Two steps. Closer, closer. He falls to his knees and she's closing the distance between them, down to her own knees just next to him. Her hand lifts, hovering over his shoulder briefly. It almost seemed strange to see him out of his normal clothes. Somehow it nagged in the back of her mind. .. She ignored it.]

I won't leave you here. Come on, I can help you back home.

[How could she not have come? It wasn't.. Xehanort. It was Terra, her friend. He needed help, and she was going to be there to give it.]

[caliginose]

[ Panic, or something close to it, slams into his chest, hard as iron, sharp as knives. ] No, no-! Not...I can't. I can't.

[ Ven, Aqua, everyone else. What was so important? Shaking, his breath coming in ragged gasps, Terra looks up at his friend, his eyes wild for several seconds, not really seeing her. Aqua comes into focus slowly, the only recognizable feature in a world that seems dizzingly out of focus.

Before he realizes what he's doing, he grasps for her hand, fingers latching around her wrist, holding on as though afraid of what might happen if he were to let go. ]

Ven. I don't want him to... [ He swallows, shaking his head. ] It's not safe around me.