[ xehanort feels as much as sees the reaction to the information, and momentarily regrets opening his mouth about it. the last thing he needed to do was cause (more?) pain to the people who recognised him, perhaps even more so with ventus than any others. instinct prompts him to reach out a hand of comfort, but logic draws it back before it goes more than a few inches.
the melancholy surrounding this conversation seems to set in a little deeper. ]
I... see. Sorry. I've always remembered more than I should.
[ with a grateful half-smile and a nod, he shrugs ven's jacket more over his shoulders. ]
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the melancholy surrounding this conversation seems to set in a little deeper. ]
I... see. Sorry. I've always remembered more than I should.
[ with a grateful half-smile and a nod, he shrugs ven's jacket more over his shoulders. ]
Not weird to ask. Yes, please.