[It's the colours more than anything that get his attention at first, though it's a bit hard to do considering the aesthetic of the carnival, or maybe it's the dulling empathy that he's been feeling as of late. It takes him a full set of kata with his keyblade, straightening his stance and grinding a hoof against the ground as he contemplates his next move, wrist flicking his weapon away. For the briefest moment, his gaze is drawn up, away from his thoughts, and he stops for a minute.
His tail swishes in agitation behind him.
He saw their faces regularly in nightmares, the ones that hadn't survived the vampire war, but especially the younger ones, and people that he'd worked close with. A sickness burns in his stomach and for a moment Terra thinks that he's hallucinating before his Light Sense picks it up. Familiar. Too familiar. Inhaling deeply, he walks over, until he's a few feet away, then sits, assuming the meditation position as well. It's familiar too, something that Eraqus had long ago instilled in his training.
It takes him a few minutes before he speaks, voice soft and maybe a bit shaken,]
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His tail swishes in agitation behind him.
He saw their faces regularly in nightmares, the ones that hadn't survived the vampire war, but especially the younger ones, and people that he'd worked close with. A sickness burns in his stomach and for a moment Terra thinks that he's hallucinating before his Light Sense picks it up. Familiar. Too familiar. Inhaling deeply, he walks over, until he's a few feet away, then sits, assuming the meditation position as well. It's familiar too, something that Eraqus had long ago instilled in his training.
It takes him a few minutes before he speaks, voice soft and maybe a bit shaken,]
You're back.