[Terra's expression falls slightly at the turn in conversation. Ven's right, though, they need to talk about this. Really talk about this.]
It's neat. [He murmurs, glancing down at Oathkeeper. He lets his own Keyblade swing down to his side. He'd dismiss it altogether but the weight of it in his hand is something comforting and grounding right now. He chooses his next words carefully.]
You're not someone else. You're you. You just... don't remember who you really are.
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It's neat. [He murmurs, glancing down at Oathkeeper. He lets his own Keyblade swing down to his side. He'd dismiss it altogether but the weight of it in his hand is something comforting and grounding right now. He chooses his next words carefully.]
You're not someone else. You're you. You just... don't remember who you really are.