III. Musings of the Mouse (I)
It's startin'. I can feel it.
The darkness is gatherin'. Gainin' strength. The stars will start blinkin' out soon.
Why did I go there? Why did I bring the book? Hollow Bastion is not a happy world. Even without that maniac Sephiroth in charge. Ansem is a level headed guy, no doubt about that, but there's somethin' not right about him. He's too hungry for knowledge.
Nothin' really wrong with wantin' to know how the universe works, but he's got way too much curiosity for his own good. He said he wanted to find a way to erase fear from his world, but there was somethin' else in those weird orange eyes.
He opened the door he found in his world. He admitted it. Then the meteors came, just like they came here. Like they came everywhere, I suppose.
I suppose I had to investigate. Bein' a Keyblade Master isn't a cushy job. It's hard, and it's lonely. Nobody here in the castle even knows I have it. And for the good of everybody, I can't tell 'em. The Heartless are attracted to fear, just as much as they are to the darkness in people's hearts. We'd be pushovers for 'em.
But why did I give Ansem the book? Everything inside me was screamin' at me not to, but I did it anyway. Why?
Who am I kiddin'? I know why. Because it told me to. The Keyblade told me to. I don't even pretend to understand what it wants. But it's been around a lot longer'n I have and it hasn't been wrong so far.
I know what he'll do with the book. He's a scientist. He'll become fascinated with Kingdom Hearts, and try to go there. And when he finds he can't as he is, he'll try somethin' else.
And then the Heartless will swallow him. And somethin' else will take his place. Somethin' that looks and acts like him, but without the restraint..or the morals. A puppet.
A sick, deranged puppet.
Hollow Bastion is doomed.
It's startin'. I can feel it.
The darkness is gatherin'. Gainin' strength. The stars will start blinkin' out soon.
Why did I go there? Why did I bring the book? Hollow Bastion is not a happy world. Even without that maniac Sephiroth in charge. Ansem is a level headed guy, no doubt about that, but there's somethin' not right about him. He's too hungry for knowledge.
Nothin' really wrong with wantin' to know how the universe works, but he's got way too much curiosity for his own good. He said he wanted to find a way to erase fear from his world, but there was somethin' else in those weird orange eyes.
He opened the door he found in his world. He admitted it. Then the meteors came, just like they came here. Like they came everywhere, I suppose.
I suppose I had to investigate. Bein' a Keyblade Master isn't a cushy job. It's hard, and it's lonely. Nobody here in the castle even knows I have it. And for the good of everybody, I can't tell 'em. The Heartless are attracted to fear, just as much as they are to the darkness in people's hearts. We'd be pushovers for 'em.
But why did I give Ansem the book? Everything inside me was screamin' at me not to, but I did it anyway. Why?
Who am I kiddin'? I know why. Because it told me to. The Keyblade told me to. I don't even pretend to understand what it wants. But it's been around a lot longer'n I have and it hasn't been wrong so far.
I know what he'll do with the book. He's a scientist. He'll become fascinated with Kingdom Hearts, and try to go there. And when he finds he can't as he is, he'll try somethin' else.
And then the Heartless will swallow him. And somethin' else will take his place. Somethin' that looks and acts like him, but without the restraint..or the morals. A puppet.
A sick, deranged puppet.
Hollow Bastion is doomed.