[Lea still hasn't figured out this whole time travel thing. The old coot had given him ideas, sure, but between that and the star shard? Yeah. Good luck trying to get two highly unstable things to work. Lea isn't entirely sure if he's actually in the past, and not taking a peek into Xehanort's cluttered, shriveled heart. Now there's a mental image he didn't need.
But he has to try. Has to do something. The guy has the look. He'd recognize that mug anywhere, after spending so much time around it. Sure, he's younger, and decidedly less obsessed with the everloving darkness, but the cut of his jaw, and the set of his eyes? He'd recognize Xemnas anywhere.
Which means that one day, this poor guy is going to make one really bad mistake.
This might be a bad mistake, too. But standing here in a shadowed corner of Radiant Garden making sure his younger self doesn't spot him, watching as Xehanort's future body replacement blindly wanders by...he finds himself speaking up.]
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But he has to try. Has to do something. The guy has the look. He'd recognize that mug anywhere, after spending so much time around it. Sure, he's younger, and decidedly less obsessed with the everloving darkness, but the cut of his jaw, and the set of his eyes? He'd recognize Xemnas anywhere.
Which means that one day, this poor guy is going to make one really bad mistake.
This might be a bad mistake, too. But standing here in a shadowed corner of Radiant Garden making sure his younger self doesn't spot him, watching as Xehanort's future body replacement blindly wanders by...he finds himself speaking up.]
Hey, you. You got a minute?