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Kingdom Hearts III Re:Mind Transcript

Strategic Moves
Xigbar: May your heart be your guiding key.

Luxord: Picture this: a black goat stashes away a letter, then orders a white goat to search for it. What could his intentions possibly be?

Xigbar: Great, a riddle. Just what I need.

Luxord: There are many possibilities. Perhaps he forgot where it’s hidden, or he’s playing a prank, or the letter has truly gone missing. I can think of several reasons offhand; guessing...is simply useless.

Xigbar: Well, then just follow your orders, plain and simple.

Luxord: Yes, that's what I've always done. I followed the orders from above without question. However, I sometimes can't help but read into my opponent's strategy.

Xigbar: (laughs) Too long on the job?

Luxord: If the contents of the box are so unknown, why is it of such critical importance to the Organization? Furthermore, was it Xehanort or Xemnas who gave the order?

Xigbar: Well, it's tricky.

Luxord: All Xehanort cares about is the clash between the seven lights and thirteen darknesses. It's unlikely he would hold such an interest in this mysterious box. Which means, the order was issued by...Xemnas, or the one who informed me of my task—you.

Xigbar: As if! It musta been Xemnas.

Luxord: My inquiries suggested otherwise.

Xigbar: Oh, man...you asked him?

Luxord: What are your intentions?

Xigbar: Look, I don't know what's inside the box. But, it's been protected by Keyblade wielders since way back when. Aren't you curious? I heard it contains information that's vital to all Keyblade wielders—secrets.

Luxord: And where did you hear this?

Xigbar: Hmm, I don't remember. I keep my eyes and ears wide open, but I've traveled to so many different places, it's hard to keep everything straight, y'know?

Luxord: If this box is truly as important as you say, why now? I believe you discovered that others also seek it, and you need to find it before anyone else does, in order to keep your connection to the box a secret from those around you. Xigbar, who are you really?

Xigbar: ...

Luxord: No matter. It doesn't make a difference to me. It's all the same. I'm content to feign ignorance.

(Luxord leaves)

Xigbar: The question is, who are you, Luxord?

Not Over Yet
King Mickey: It's finally over.

Sora: ...No.

Riku: We'll find Kairi. Let's head back to Master Yen Sid. We can figure it out.

Sora: No, I know what to do.

King Mickey: Sora...

Sora: My whole journey began the day I lost her. And every time I find her...she slips away again. I thought we'd finally be together. But she's out there, alone. Not for one more second.

Donald: We'll go too!

Goofy: That's right!

Sora: Thank you, Donald, Goofy. But this time, I have to go it alone.

King Mickey: Sora, listen. The power of waking isn't to go chase hearts around! Even if you do locate Kairi, you might never come home to us again.

Sora: I will. And we'll both be back before you know it.

King Mickey: Please...

Riku: Let him go, Mickey.

King Mickey: Riku...

Riku: His heart and his mind are made up. Now, believe in him.

King Mickey: Yeah... Safe journey, Sora.

Sora: Thank you.

An Encounter
Master of Masters: So?

Young Xehanort: Yeah. It wards off darkness. It's useful.

Master of Masters: Told ya! So, how'd it go? The tour.

Young Xehanort: I learned...the reason for my existence.

Master of Masters: Ohhh? Tell me more.

Young Xehanort: All around the world, people live seemingly peaceful lives. They believe themselves to be moral and virtuous, but it's all an act. Darkness lurks in the pit of everyone's heart. Their light is a total farce.

Master of Masters: Sounds like your trip around the world opened your eyes, but you got a little bit more than you anticipated. Must've seen a lot of darkness.

Young Xehanort: Those who are weak, and who desire greater power, simply strip the strong of their power, and convince themselves they've earned it. That's how people become tainted by darkness. They believe what they want to believe, using hollow reasons as justification. They repeat this cycle, and their darkness grows.

Master of Masters: So you're saying the weak feel the need to justify their actions to maintain a sense of self. Can't let that slide?

Young Xehanort: No, it's better they be ruled by darkness. People carry delusions of having power, but it's a lie. They are but sheep pretending to be wolves. Though I admit, I can understand why.

Master of Masters: Ohh, never heard that one before, a Keyblade wielder willing to side with the darkness? Why not just let them be until the darkness consumes them?

Young Xehanort: Because left alone, the world would fall to chaos. There needs to be order.

Master of Masters: You sure about that? Why not just sit back and watch it play out?

Young Xehanort: Understanding hearts is difficult; more so the emotions within. I simply realize that it's easy to dismiss what you don't comprehend.

Master of Masters: All right, all right... The world needs you, I'll grant you that one.

Young Xehanort: I don't know what I can do, but I will act. What comes next is too important.

Master of Masters: I supposed letting false light dictate the future might be a...pretty lousy move. So? You can make a change, you have that power. What do you want for the world?

Young Xehanort: Power, eh...? Who knows? My training's coming to an end, and the exam's not far off. Maybe I can gain some clarity then.

Master of Masters: You're letting the exam decide? Listen to me, the results don't matter. You believe the world needs you. Sounds like you already know where you're headed.

Young Xehanort: It's funny. Somehow, I can sense where I'm supposed to go, and what I'm supposed to do. Yes, even this coat, there's something familiar about it, as if I'm meant to wear this.

Master of Masters: Hmm... No...you'll ditch it soon.

Young Xehanort: What do you mean?

Master of Masters: I mean that one day you're going to outgrow it.

Young Xehanort: How so?

Master of Masters: If you truly possess great power, the darkness can't control you. You won't need a silly old coat to stay safe. In fact, you'll be the one controlling the darkness instead. Me, on the other hand, I'm too much of a scaredy-cat to ever take mine off.

Young Xehanort: Who are you really? Some kind of fortune-teller?

Master of Masters: Well, I could lie and tell you that's what I am, when I'm actually a brilliant artist, or even a scholar. I could tell you that I dream of world peace, when I'm actually planning for its destruction. The truth is what you see with your eyes, not what you hear.

Young Xehanort: So, your name?

Master of Masters: What did I just— Never mind, I guess there's no harm. My name is— I'm a Lost Master.

Young Xehanort: Lost...Master...

Master of Masters: May your heart be your guiding key.

The Plan
75 years later—

Xigbar: What's so funny, old man? Mind sharing with us?

Master Xehanort: I stand here today because of a fated encounter, very many years ago, when I was still a young lad. I never learned who he was, and perhaps I never will. But I see now the truth he spoke of.

Xigbar: We don't have time for bedtime stories. Without the kid, we're still down a thirteenth vessel, and as for the other twelve, only three of us are here right now. Are you absolutely sure the others made their way back to their respective times?

(Master Xehanort & Saïx nod at each other)

Saïx: Marluxia and Larxene are both here in this time, attempting to locate the New Seven Hearts. Luxord is also somewhere about in this age, but after our last meeting, he went in search of something, per your order. Isn't that so?

Xigbar: Oh, that, right... Well, let's just say that what he's doing will benefit us in the long run, but it's really of no importance right this second. Go on.

Saïx: Playing your cards close as usual.

Master Xehanort: Hmph.

Saïx: All right. The hearts of Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and young Xehanort returned to where they came from, and reassembled once more. Each of them is seeking a guardian of light.

Xigbar: So the ones who turned human, and then back again into Nobodies are me, you, Luxord, Marluxia, and Larxene—that's five. The ones from the past transferred into replicas are Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and the old man's younger self. Then we add the old man in, the total comes up to eleven. I think we're still missing two.

Master Xehanort: Now we must discuss why we have assembled here today. My incarnations from past times, vessels into which I transferred my heart, my essence, were destroyed. Thus, I was restored to what you see now. For one to completely disappear, their heart and body must be restored to their original form. That is one reason why I distributed my heart into several vessels. Ansem and Xemnas originated from Terra, or rather his young form—and it too was restored. However, my heart has returned to me, while his is yet lost. I decided to fill this hollow vessel with my heart—indeed, the very same heart that previously resided within young Terra.

Xigbar: So that makes twelve. Then who do we get to replace the kid?

Saïx: Twenty replicas were created by Vexen. The first twelve were nothing more than puppets, barely human. The prototype model was the Riku Replica, and then No. i was made. That leaves us with six. Ansem, Xemnas, Vanitas, Riku Replica, and Young Xehanort's hearts—five vessels, one left. Vexen and Demyx are candidates, but backups at best. The plan for the last replica is to give it a heart that is connected to Sora's.

Xigbar: Connected to Sora? Anyone in mind?

Saïx: The second prototype that was created, No. i. Though erased from memory, it remained in Vexen's records. Its existence is greatly linked to Sora's memories, and thus should prove to be more than adequate for our needs.

Xigbar: No. i... An imaginary number, how fitting.

Saïx: While Young Xehanort is occupied with transferring hearts, I must go fulfill my duty. I will go and retrieve Vexen.

Xigbar: Reliable as always. It sounds to me like you've got everything dependably under control. Well, I'm off to do my part.

(Xigbar leaves)

Saïx: (to Master Xehanort) The plan, as we agreed upon.

(Saïx leaves)

Master Xehanort: May your heart be your guiding key.