[It takes a minute for Sora's voice to really reach Terra again, but when it does, he stirs out of his little reverie and lifts his head to consider his fellow wielder.
This boy... There's a strong light in him, isn't there? Maybe that's why the Keyblade chose him...
... Anyway. What was Sora saying? Oh, right.]
I'm fine.
[More than fine now, really.
Terra glances back down, this time at himself. Hm. Well.
Light abruptly flares across his armor, engulfing the entire suit and then whisking it away. In the suit of armor's place, a guy in a compression shirt, hakama, and suspenders he should seriously consider uncrossing or just get rid of altogether kneels.]
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This boy... There's a strong light in him, isn't there? Maybe that's why the Keyblade chose him...
... Anyway. What was Sora saying? Oh, right.]
I'm fine.
[More than fine now, really.
Terra glances back down, this time at himself. Hm. Well.
Light abruptly flares across his armor, engulfing the entire suit and then whisking it away. In the suit of armor's place, a guy in a compression shirt, hakama, and suspenders
he should seriously consider uncrossing or just get rid of altogetherkneels.]The name's Terra, though, not 'Armor Guy'.