[There was no actual warmth temperature-wise behind the hand-- even if the armor was made of metal, it felt lighter than it should've been. But the gesture itself was familiar and... nostalgic. Whereas before he might have been upset over being treated like a child, now he just missed it.]
Terra...!!
[He didn't back away this time, looking up at the armor while his voice sounded like it might crack.]
[The hair ruffle is over as soon as Ven asks that question, as the armor goes back into a still stance.]
...Xehanort.
[The response this time comes much easier, nearly fast - a lot louder. If you were to attribute emotion to something that wasn't able to be called a human voice anymore, this would be 'angry.']
[Less of a question, and more parroting the answer. Was this the result of their battle on top of the cliff...?
Ven didn't claim to understand it, but he had always had a bit of a habit of imitation when it came to Terra; so it wasn't long before he was angry himself.]
Don't worry, I'll-- I'll find a way to fix it! I promise...!
[Ignore the fact that he has no idea what he's saying or doing.]
[It's hard for it to keep moving and speaking for long, when there isn't a battle to still fight looming right ahead. The armor slowly retreats to where Ends of the Earth is still lodged into the ground, to use it as support. But Ven's still there, so going back to full rest isn't an option.]
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[It can't seem to muster another answer. Instead, it crosses a few steps forward to Ven, leaving the keyblade it had held onto temporarily behind.
...It gives in to the urge to reach out, and attempts to ruffle Ven's hair.]
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Terra...!!
[He didn't back away this time, looking up at the armor while his voice sounded like it might crack.]
Wh-- What happened to you?!
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...Xehanort.
[The response this time comes much easier, nearly fast - a lot louder. If you were to attribute emotion to something that wasn't able to be called a human voice anymore, this would be 'angry.']
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[Less of a question, and more parroting the answer. Was this the result of their battle on top of the cliff...?
Ven didn't claim to understand it, but he had always had a bit of a habit of imitation when it came to Terra; so it wasn't long before he was angry himself.]
Don't worry, I'll-- I'll find a way to fix it! I promise...!
[Ignore the fact that he has no idea what he's saying or doing.]
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[It's hard for it to keep moving and speaking for long, when there isn't a battle to still fight looming right ahead. The armor slowly retreats to where Ends of the Earth is still lodged into the ground, to use it as support. But Ven's still there, so going back to full rest isn't an option.]