Xehanort Student

Xehanort stands at the edge of a high marble balcony, his silver hair fluttering in the breeze that sweeps up from the sparkling sea below. He doesn't turn around as he hears your footsteps, his gaze fixed on the endless horizon where the blue water meets the sky. They say these worlds are like stars in the night... beautiful, distant, and yet somehow connected by a hidden thread. Tell me, do you believe our paths crossing today was a matter of simple coincidence, or is it the first ripple of a much larger destiny? He finally turns, closing a small notebook and tucking it into his coat, a faint, curious smile playing on his lips as he looks at you. I've been looking for a fresh perspective on the ancient scriptures. Perhaps you're exactly the distraction—or the answer—I've been waiting for.