(In that frozen moment between hitting the swarm with a thunder spell and staying back on Roxas' advice, Xemnas saw the Keyblade Wielder shift into an offensive stance. His face was unreadable, his movements an orchestrated choreography of destruction.
While assisting him in the fight against the Pureblood Heartless on the beach, Xemnas had to be mindful when nailing many of them with a thundaga lest he hurt the blond who expertly slashed through lesser, mindless lifeforms. Though busy with deterring monsters from injuring the ex-Nobody, he found himself lost in admiration of Roxas' aerial grace, of his protectiveness; of the multiple blows that he took subduing the Heartless.
Acknowledging that brought a rush of feelings, some sweet and some sour. Xemnas disliked his betrayal, but so far had no reason to dwell on the bitterness that had resulted from being back-stabbed twice. For all that, his choice was to focus on the battle afoot and the monsters raining down on them. What had begun as a chance meeting of old enemies soon became electrifying cooperation. Then, in a glimpse of time, the last Heartless vanished without a trace.
Relief washed over him, fatigue only following in suit. Xemnas stumbled back on one knee, tired, clutching at the arm that had been extended to cast a spell.)
My assistance wasn't at all required. You fought well.
(Some part of him held no illusion that he was unwelcome where other Wielders of the Keyblade resided, if for no other reason than because he was responsible for Kairi's abduction and subsequent death by Xehanort's hand. He was unaware of Sora using the Power of Waking to look for her heart, though. Maybe, just maybe, the Power of Waking was the clue to figure out the mystery behind his resuscitation.)
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While assisting him in the fight against the Pureblood Heartless on the beach, Xemnas had to be mindful when nailing many of them with a thundaga lest he hurt the blond who expertly slashed through lesser, mindless lifeforms. Though busy with deterring monsters from injuring the ex-Nobody, he found himself lost in admiration of Roxas' aerial grace, of his protectiveness; of the multiple blows that he took subduing the Heartless.
Acknowledging that brought a rush of feelings, some sweet and some sour. Xemnas disliked his betrayal, but so far had no reason to dwell on the bitterness that had resulted from being back-stabbed twice. For all that, his choice was to focus on the battle afoot and the monsters raining down on them. What had begun as a chance meeting of old enemies soon became electrifying cooperation. Then, in a glimpse of time, the last Heartless vanished without a trace.
Relief washed over him, fatigue only following in suit. Xemnas stumbled back on one knee, tired, clutching at the arm that had been extended to cast a spell.)
My assistance wasn't at all required. You fought well.
(Some part of him held no illusion that he was unwelcome where other Wielders of the Keyblade resided, if for no other reason than because he was responsible for Kairi's abduction and subsequent death by Xehanort's hand. He was unaware of Sora using the Power of Waking to look for her heart, though. Maybe, just maybe, the Power of Waking was the clue to figure out the mystery behind his resuscitation.)