Day 10
Since his first visit to the Keyblade Graveyard, and then to the Realm of Darkness, Xehanort had started on a journal. One seperate from his usual. In this journal, he kept his notes on what he might be able to do. On the power of darkness, and things of the sort. He had been writing most of the morning, detailing his thoughts into pen. He decided to take a break from his writing, however. During this time he walked through the castle, looking for his Master. He could not find him, though. Nor could he find Eraqus. When he looked outside, he was not able to find them, as well. He walked down to the bottom of the hill, where he found both his Master and Eraqus talking to each other, near the puddle.
"I know, Eraqus. However, Xehanort is right, but it will not come to-" His Master cut off as he looked over and saw Xehanort. This triggered suspicion from Xehanort, though he did not make it known.
"Hello, Master." He said, looking over to Eraqus and then back to his Master.
"Xehanort," his Master began, "me and Eraqus had begun to think you'd slept in again." He chuckled. Eraqus walked over and patted Xehanort on the shoulder.
"Finally decided to get up, sleepy head?" He laughed. Xehanort softly laughed a little, as well.
"Good morning to you too, Eraqus. Would you mind if I spoke to the Master in private for a few minutes?" Xehanort asked.
"Oh. Sure, I suppose. I'll be up by the castle, then!" Eraqus told him, running off. Xehanort walked over and looked down to the puddle, then back up at his Master.
"You have something heavy laying dormant in your mind. I can tell from the look on your face." His Master told him.
"Yes, I do. I know we agreed to cut off the talk of darkness and such things, but I seem to have come to a realization." Xehanort explained, pacing.
"What might that realization be?" The Master inquired.
"We're constantly under attack from the darkness. While yes, we must defend ourselves... There must be a reason they are attacking us."
"That is because it is in their nature. They are constant, and will not stop until they control everything."
"Perhaps. But surely, we cannot keep our minds that closed. There must be some reason they're attacking more than usual, steadily increasing over the years." Xehanort replied quickly.
"What are you getting at, Xehanort?" His Master asked, a slightly confused look on his face.
"The realm of light is extremely expansive. And it's continually growing, every second. Might we be taking from the darkness? Upsetting the balance ourselves, and continually feeding it?" Xehanort asked. He already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear his Master's reply.
"I have told you, Xehanort, there is no way to reset the balance. It is fine as is-" He said, being cut off quickly by Xehanort, though.
"I mean no disrespect, but while yes, it is fine for now... If it is growing, an increasing imbalance, things will not be fine for much longer."
"I have told you before, I will not purposely turn those from the Light to the Darkness. I will not destroy lives and worlds, either. There is nothing that can be done, Xehanort, and I keep telling you that. Why do you insist upon trying to change my mind?"
"I do not want to change just your mind. I want to change the world, for the better." Xehanort explained.
"This will not change the world for better. It will destroy us all." The Master quickly stated.
"You do not understand, Master! I do not mean to be disrespectful to you, but you do not seem to understand this! If we continue going the way we are, we will all be destroyed regardless! This way gives us a chance to survive!"
"Do not test my patience, Xehanort! I will not change my stance on this! You forget that as a keyblade wielder, you are meant to protect the worlds, not change them drastically!" His master told him, angrily.
"And that is why, Master, we are in this predicament!" Xehanort told him, stomping off. His Master sighed, frustrated.
"And I had thought you had learned so much.." The master quietly said to himself.
Xehanort's getting pretty upset, now...