[he'd be way more annoyed about being 'saved' by a child if it wasn't for the sudden appearance of his keyblade. of course back home he was almost constantly around other wielders, but here he was starting to believe himself to be the only one.

once free of the tendril xehanort jumps to the ground with a small flip, brushing some leftover pollen off of his pants before focusing back on ventus.] How wonderful! I see the limitations of such a mechanic might even be nonexistent, if that is the case.

[he offers a smile to ven.] I should thank you for your help.