[Hello. Siren's Port is receiving a feed that hasn't been used of late. And once it turns on, a silver-haired Nobody is shown sitting behind a desk. The room's subtle lighting creates a contrast of shadows among the First's features, enough to dramatize the setting and its subject without fully obscuring the shot
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Such a curious feeling, even now. What must it be like, to have no place at all.
He begins to walk, his stroll leisurely, his head half-turned toward the ocean. Bittersweet nostalgia plays in the dusty corners of his mind, reminding him of other evenings, other seas. Memories tug an odd smile onto his face, one that lingers all the way up to the figure in black - for once, Xehanort himself is without the coat he customarily wears while abroad.
His paces stop a good ten feet away from the Nobody, though his greeting is cordial enough. ]
It is a pleasure to at least meet you in person.
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Certain that he'll make it back to the new headquarters on his own, Xigbar turns to face the master, all smiles and cocky bravado. The Arrowguns appear in a flash, and as he brings them together, they connect, the tip of the barrel glowing as light begins to gather.
Seeking out Xehanort's gaze, the moment their eyes meet, he gives a little smirk. ]
No hard feelings, dude.
[ With that, he warps overhead and fires, aiming to knock him back into the paradox he's created. Whether it succeeds or not is beside the point. The ties have already been severed; he's just making it official. ]
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The nudge is taken in stride, the First's exit not nearly as dramatic as it needed to be. Yes, he'll be able to make it on his own - he's not horribly injured as he could have been. But there is a moment taken to see what Xigbar goes off to do before disappearing as well.
It's just like the Second to get in the last word.
A false sense of satisfaction suffices as Xemnas turns, heading deeper into the darkness. Nothing else can be said. They were done here.]
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