[Video] XXVIII
[It is night. The cityscape is brightly lit, contrasting sharply between darkness and light. Forget the fact that it's a good shot of Xemnas at an impossibly high angle with additional cinematic highlights. The overall tone is set as he looks past the camera, his thoughts unheard.
And lo! He speaks.]
...A change of pace. It is always a change of pace.
A constant change in thought. In feeling. Each goes about their own way, according to their own whims. The city still has its control over certain circumstances, of course. And yet it has been quiet in comparison to how everyone else has been...busy...of late.
[He turns, with that brand of flourish no one else has. Heading back inside, the Nobody passes a nondescript white table. Three items presently take up most of its surface. One is a glass heart. The second is a small, artificial Christmas tree. The third: a small, round orgel with a small figurine sits atop of its smooth and polished surface. Said figurine looks vaguely familiar, greenish-blue and black in color scheme. It goes off, playing a brief segment of a melancholic tune before its inner gears whir and click to a stilted halt.
All is silent. A gloved hand then appears back within the frame, picking up the orgel in an almost formal manner. The camera follows along with the motion, pausing as Xemnas barely gives the thing another glance. Instead, he keeps it within his grasp, spreading his arms out to either side of his body.]
Do people strive to remember everything...or do they struggle in order to forget?
[The hand carrying the orgel is lifted meticulously as his eyes remain elsewhere.]
Memories do not last forever. They fade over time. Only the strongest and most poignant continue to remind a person of what has passed.
[As it lowers, the other arm is brought up front - the one with a free hand, a hand that holds onto nothing - poised, almost statuesque in manner.]
There is choice in the matter. Whether or not you choose to hold onto these precious memories, these past events - is entirely up to the individual. They only last until a certain point. There is nothing anyone can do to bring them back to a specific length of time and space, and nothing can be changed any further. Some of us know our predestined fates. Although the city keeps all in a state of suspense, some have already accepted these terms. Those who have not discovered what lies ahead of them have some inkling of hope to cling onto before their own destiny becomes inevitable.
[With each and every word, the performance is actually rather subtle this time around. Smaller gesticulations, certain wrist and hand movements help carry the message forward, pausing when the orgel comes into his line of sight. A tense moment of silence passes slowly, finally leading the former Superior to place the thing back in its original spot. It gives several delicate notes before it abruptly ends its melancholic phrase.]
...Other than this, most have subsided into a state of contentment amongst themselves no matter what may occur here in Nautilus.
[Here, he addresses the camera and whatever audience is available without faltering.]
Consider this piece of advice: move forward while you still can. It would prove to be more...beneficial, to say the least.
...We all have something we need to do to keep ourselves sane to a certain extent.
And lo! He speaks.]
...A change of pace. It is always a change of pace.
A constant change in thought. In feeling. Each goes about their own way, according to their own whims. The city still has its control over certain circumstances, of course. And yet it has been quiet in comparison to how everyone else has been...busy...of late.
[He turns, with that brand of flourish no one else has. Heading back inside, the Nobody passes a nondescript white table. Three items presently take up most of its surface. One is a glass heart. The second is a small, artificial Christmas tree. The third: a small, round orgel with a small figurine sits atop of its smooth and polished surface. Said figurine looks vaguely familiar, greenish-blue and black in color scheme. It goes off, playing a brief segment of a melancholic tune before its inner gears whir and click to a stilted halt.
All is silent. A gloved hand then appears back within the frame, picking up the orgel in an almost formal manner. The camera follows along with the motion, pausing as Xemnas barely gives the thing another glance. Instead, he keeps it within his grasp, spreading his arms out to either side of his body.]
Do people strive to remember everything...or do they struggle in order to forget?
[The hand carrying the orgel is lifted meticulously as his eyes remain elsewhere.]
Memories do not last forever. They fade over time. Only the strongest and most poignant continue to remind a person of what has passed.
[As it lowers, the other arm is brought up front - the one with a free hand, a hand that holds onto nothing - poised, almost statuesque in manner.]
There is choice in the matter. Whether or not you choose to hold onto these precious memories, these past events - is entirely up to the individual. They only last until a certain point. There is nothing anyone can do to bring them back to a specific length of time and space, and nothing can be changed any further. Some of us know our predestined fates. Although the city keeps all in a state of suspense, some have already accepted these terms. Those who have not discovered what lies ahead of them have some inkling of hope to cling onto before their own destiny becomes inevitable.
[With each and every word, the performance is actually rather subtle this time around. Smaller gesticulations, certain wrist and hand movements help carry the message forward, pausing when the orgel comes into his line of sight. A tense moment of silence passes slowly, finally leading the former Superior to place the thing back in its original spot. It gives several delicate notes before it abruptly ends its melancholic phrase.]
...Other than this, most have subsided into a state of contentment amongst themselves no matter what may occur here in Nautilus.
[Here, he addresses the camera and whatever audience is available without faltering.]
Consider this piece of advice: move forward while you still can. It would prove to be more...beneficial, to say the least.
...We all have something we need to do to keep ourselves sane to a certain extent.