The other’s sarcasm was quite welcome (For once), and he sighed a bit, looking down. “I was more concerned about if you’d actually respond this time,” he said, shaking his head. He held back the flow of questions that wanted to burst from his lips. He lifted his eyes to meet amber. He could remember when they’d first changed—to yellow, rather than the dark sunset they were now. He could remember hoping everyday that they’d change back to blue when they got their hearts back. It seemed that if they would ever turn back to their true color—he’d have to wait longer.
If anything, restoring Isa to his true self was more than enough motivation to defeat Xehanort once and for all. He sighed a bit “Why’re you with them Isa?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest.
Just as expected, it didn’t take very long for the awkward questions to kick in.
—Curses. Time to make it as difficult as possible… Within reason, of course. For some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to lie. It was quite an annoyance, but Isa supposed he could figure out a way around it.
“I wound up with them in very much the same way that a pawn cannot control which side of the chess board it winds up on. This particular piece was picked up and placed on the board long before you were.”
With a click of his tongue, the shorter one turned on his heel, keen to avoid this conversation altogether. “—But that’s another story for another time, is it not?”