[ He's not Lea. Not anymore. (Just ask Sora, who's already been corrected on that several times.) But he used to be. Axel remembers.
He's still got the overall appearance of that boy Ventus once knew, just ten some-odd years older: Still spindly and waif, still fire-haired, still the same unmistakable jade eyes -- just taller than a tree and clad all in black, with distinct marks on his cheeks like inverse tears.
Here stands the man, the Nobody that came of a carefree boy named Lea. ]
Ventus, huh?
[ Ventus. The name is familiar, somehow, but Axel can't place it. Why can't he place it...?
His mind's blank, his words gone. And in a time like this, his mouth somehow speaks for him, without filter, saying things he doesn't understand. ]
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He's still got the overall appearance of that boy Ventus once knew, just ten some-odd years older: Still spindly and waif, still fire-haired, still the same unmistakable jade eyes -- just taller than a tree and clad all in black, with distinct marks on his cheeks like inverse tears.
Here stands the man, the Nobody that came of a carefree boy named Lea. ]
Ventus, huh?
[ Ventus. The name is familiar, somehow, but Axel can't place it. Why can't he place it...?
His mind's blank, his words gone. And in a time like this, his mouth somehow speaks for him, without filter, saying things he doesn't understand. ]
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