Xehanort looked, both with distaste and surprise, as Eraqus asked the question. It had been many years since they both became keyblade masters. It was only a short time ago that his lifelong friend had taken up not one, but two apprentices. Since then, He and Master Yen Sid had been hinting and prodding him to get his own apprentice, never outright asking him until now.
Xehanort was hesitant to take up an apprentice, considering his allure to the darkness. He had expected Eraqus to deny him training anyone in the dark arts, yet he seemed fine with it. Advocated for it, in fact, much to Xehanort's surprise.
Which lead them here. He was standing outside the castle, and could clearly hear the sound of little children, no doubt causing chaos and destruction. Xehanort briefly wondered if he could sneak away, fake his death, and live the rest of his life as a hermit. Before he could turn, however, the door opened to reveal a very tired Eraqus, holding a turtle.
"They're your problem now," he said, as he handed the the children's pet into Xehanort's hands, than passing out. Xehanort's face paled, as he realized he was now in charge of two very rowdy children.
