Xorax approaches Xehanort with a blank face. He pulls his keyblade off his back and summons his other one. "Master Xehanort, why did the keyblade choose me no, us. Is it because we were strong hearted? Or is it something far more complex. Is it because an accident or was it our destiny. Is there even a purpose to us weiding it?" Xorax's face saddens. "Also, do you know anything about my mother?"