"We're never so vulnerable than when we trust someone--"
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.
[ He's found the strength to move, somehow. Memories and ideas and emotions continue to tumble and tangle in his head, a murky, painful mess split through with red light and smoke and hatred. He's somehow sure that if he can just penetrate the confusion somehow, he'll be able to remember what happened. He'll be able to find him, and fix this, and make him pay once and for all for everything that he's done. All his crimes, old and new.
If only.
If only.
The young man in the black tunic and leggings leaned heavily against the wall beside him, blind to the grime that smeared on his arm and clothing, blind to the train blurring past only a few yards away, blind to everything else except for the fog in his head and the maddening idea that there's something he has to do. ]
Aqua. You shouldn't... [ But he turned off the NV a while ago and so there is no one to listen to him. ]
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.
[ He's found the strength to move, somehow. Memories and ideas and emotions continue to tumble and tangle in his head, a murky, painful mess split through with red light and smoke and hatred. He's somehow sure that if he can just penetrate the confusion somehow, he'll be able to remember what happened. He'll be able to find him, and fix this, and make him pay once and for all for everything that he's done. All his crimes, old and new.
If only.
If only.
The young man in the black tunic and leggings leaned heavily against the wall beside him, blind to the grime that smeared on his arm and clothing, blind to the train blurring past only a few yards away, blind to everything else except for the fog in his head and the maddening idea that there's something he has to do. ]
Aqua. You shouldn't... [ But he turned off the NV a while ago and so there is no one to listen to him. ]