towerofanimus | [CLOSED] a pupil seeking answers

Characters: Master Xehanort and [OU] Ventus
Setting: Floor 19
Format: prose I think IDK MII TELL ME IF YOU GET TIRED OF SILLY INTROSPECTION
Summary: Ven has been waiting near on ten years for some answers, and Master Xehanort is no doubt manipulating the situation to his own, evil little advantage.
Warnings: Xehanort existing, ~~gratuitous use of heartbadtouch gloves~~, Xehanort existing.

Ven was more familiar with the Tower, so it was up to him to find somewhere "secure." Which was kind of hard, to be honest; in the end, he settled on the library on the Nineteenth floor; it was quiet at the least, and most people used the library on the third floor, since it was the one with the computers. He wasn't sure if it was secure persay, but he hung out in both of the libraries all of the time with Roxas, and nothing had ever gone bad because of the library itself. And at the least, it was easy to rush up or down the floors should the need arise. He still didn't know how he felt, and he wanted answers, but that didn't mean Ven was completely trusting of the man yet.

So he led the old man up to the Nineteenth Floor, looking around to make sure no one was around. When he confirmed the coast was clear, he turned back to Master Xehanort, looking at him expectantly with a furrowed brow. He was expecting an explanation of Xehanort's motives, and damn if he was going to go anywhere or let this go until he got it.

"Well?"

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A heavy sigh, laced with regret and longing and ultimately sorrow. His shoulders slumped as though with the weight of years. "For the sake of returning balance to all the worlds, yes, I sought to open that door."

Well that answered that at least. The X-Blade, Kingdom Hearts, the Graveyard-- and a world that didn't have the divisions he now knew? He wasn't entirely sure he could wrap his head about that. He could hardly wrap his head around the Light being an aggressor.

Ven felt considerably more drained than he had when this conversation had begun, and even though it didn't have the weight of years, his shoulders slumped like his old Master's nevertheless. He wanted to say more-- to argue and be angry again, but he had said he would simply listen. And frankly, he was just tired.

"Thank you for telling me, Master."

He lifted his head slightly, making eye contact with Ventus, not letting the boy's gaze drift. "It was from the void of darkness that precious points of light were birthed, the hearts that would become the worlds we know now. This at least our shattered and broken universe was worthy of. That is the ultimate truth, Ventus. All things are born in darkness: whether it be people, entire worlds, or hearts."

Light being born from the darkness? Did that mean the same as the lack of divisions before the war? Did that mean that the divisions now were superficial since one was born from the other?

"How can that be? There must have been hearts of both light and darkness before the war ruined things." More importantly, did...it even matter what was born from what anymore?

He finally breaks that eye contact, beginning to pace once more. "Of what came before the war, little to nothing remains. Bits and scraps, old wives' tales shrouded in metaphor and fable." A pause, to bring his hand to his chest, clenching his fingers tightly. "All that remains is that it was the darkness that birthed the precious light that became the hearts of the worlds in the Realm of Light."

He turned back to Ventus again. "Staring into the sun too long brings blindness, and so too does turning to face the light for too long. Knowing the truth, is it proper to destroy darkness?" And a sweeping hand gesture for the magnitude of his words. "What then, when all the creative force in the universe is burned away and replaced with nothing but staid light? No hearts could ever result in such a world, Ventus! It would be functionally deceased!"

Honestly, the breaking of eye contact was. Kind of a relief, and he allowed his own gaze to wander off as he listened. The magnitude of Xehanort's gestures no longer meant much to Ven right now, he was just too warn out to care.

"Light can be a creative force too. Thinking that the Light can only be stagnant is just the same as what you say the Order thinks of the Darkness, isn't it?"

Xehanort eyed him again, staring at him impassively. "Tell me, my boy, what's one thing that light has spawned that darkness has had no hand in?"

"What's one thing that the darkness spawned that the light has no hand in?" He returned with an half angry, upset frown.

"And besides, what about me and Vanitas? We were both pure light and pure darkness, but neither of us could've been that without each other.

"A poor example. You and Vanitas were hardly a natural occurrence. Such divisions are neither the work of darkness nor light itself. There is both darkness and light in every heart, my boy. I simply gave the half its own physical substance."

"So if there's Light and Dark in everything, it's stupid to think that the Light can't be creative if the Darkness can."

This made more sense in his head.

He was still clinging to those foolish notions. It was almost disappointing. Then again, trying to break lightbearers of their unfortunate habit was a rather fruitless endeavour...

He simply chuckled, shaking his head slightly. "Things are rarely that simple. However, I am not here to argue the technical workings of the universe - it seems to distress you."

"You're looking at it pretty simply from what I can see, you know. 'Make a bunch of darkness, kill people, restore the balance'?" He scoffed, and turned slightly to leave, waving his hand in bitter dismissal.

"Yeah, sounds perfect to me."

He narrowed his eyes, the comment almost insulting. "Do you really assume that's all there is? There is far more at stake here than you realize, Ventus. Far more than those who wield in the name of light can realize, as they are more than content to turn their backs on the universe and act according to the propaganda pablum they've been spoon-fed for centuries..."

And then he simply turned, walking past the boy. "There is little matter to discussing the whys now. You have closed your mind to possibilities."

Man that just made him angry. And it showed.

"I'd rather have a closed-mind than be open to destruction and murder! Even if the universe is crumbling around you, it's still better to turn your back on the universe than to other living creatures!"

And whether Xehanort even heard him, Ven turned away completely, storming out of the library.

[CLOSED] a pupil seeking answers

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