gy, week 5, wednesday (terra, post-mission)

[doublesmall]

[we'll just assume chuuya gave him a room to come to, in their weird underground hotel here; he's already here and waiting for terra, having spent some time beforehand making sure to sweep the room for anyone invisible. chuuya doesn't trust izaya even slightly, he's not risking any surprises.]

Hey. Thanks for the help, earlier.

[the book they found is on the nightstand, actually-- chuuya has yet to dispose of it.]

I actually had a couple questions, if you don't mind me asking; not sure if you'll be able to answer, but you seem easier to talk to than some of your... coworkers.

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[darkearth]

[The thought brings the hint of a wry smile to his face. He wonders if it'd even be worth it to go back. That's what he had said, isn't it? "It may be too late for me." Xehanort had stolen his body, and initially, he had been afraid. But something told him not to be.

Even without his body, he still had his heart. He rallied. A Lingering Will. No body doesn't mean he couldn't fight.] I told the Composer I would take their place if I had to do it.

But now... [He looks off, face pinching briefly, then softening with resolution.] I think I've changed my mind. You helped me remember. What I'd do when I got back, after we stop Xehanort.

[He looks back at Chuuya, smiling again.]

My friends... I'm going to see my friends again. Aqua and Ven.

And I'm going to retake the Mastery Exam. This time, I won't fail. I'm not going to be afraid. I'll become a Keyblade Master, and I'll protect all the hearts in every world.

Just like I want to protect the ones here.

[doublesmall]

[chuuya... isn't sure what he wants to say for a few moments, mouth twisting slightly as if there's something unpleasant about it. he's not used to this. he isn't the type who usually prompts this in people, he's fairly sure, and he still can't tell why he feels strangely about all this talk of protecting people.]

Hah... you really are the hero type, huh.

[chuuya shakes his head, leaning back and folding his arms.]

Well, good luck with that, hero boy. You probably already know it, but you can't protect everyone-- maybe you're the kind that won't get broken by that, though.

[darkearth]

[little do u know chuuya he is exactly the kind of hero that would become a villain because he failed to save his friends]

I'll keep trying. I'll keep trying until I get it. Until no one ever loses their Light. Until Ven gets his body back, and Vanitas is gone. Until Xehanort is stopped. Until...

I won't give up. I don't think we should either. Even here.

[doublesmall]

Just what do you think we can even do from here, huh? Even if we get shit figured out, we can't tell the others. We can barely tell them anything as it is.

I don't like sitting around waiting to see if we're rescued or what, but we're kinda stuck with that right now.

[darkearth]

I don't know... [That frustrates him the most. Being helpless.] There has to be something.

Even here, we can't be powerless. Right? If even... the Composer and the others were Players in the game.