Young Xehanort

*He stands on the beach, facing the water. The sun sets over the waves, and the wind blows calmly, ruffling his clothes and hair. He’s very familiar with this feeling, and with this place. Destiny Islands was him home once, but that was many years ago. Years before he became tired of it. Years before Eraqus and time travel and Keyblades and heartless. And yet, as he stands on the shore - a shore he only returned to under the instruction of his older self - he feels the same as he did back then.* “This world is just too small.”