" It's eerily similar, how fate has given you three the same roles of figures from the past. A Nobody with no memory, a dull, ordinary child with a key, and a creature that struggles with their own Darkness. You've even managed to find a girl that-- hm, well, it proves unimportant." The woman adjusted her coat briefly, gazing upon the faces affixed upon her figure. She paused, glancing elsewhere, as if they were unimportant. It made Suihei's blood boil. "Tell me, how does it feel to know that this was all know that this was, perhaps, preordained by the Worlds themselves? Living out a scattered memory, attempting to line the pieces up..."
" What are you saying? " It was Nyx that spoke, his brows furrowed. Perhaps it was impossible for him to fathom, for though his memory drew upon the past easier than ever, there was something unsettling about the way that the cloaked woman said that. Almost as if--
"Tell me. What do you know about the studies of an ancient Keybearer known as Xehanort?"