[Her immediate thought is to tell him no. That it isn't her place to tell a story that is Terra's to tell.]

After I locked our Land of Departure ...

... And she thought of the many, many times that she received that exact response when she was looking for her own answers. She remembers the feelings -- disappointment, frustration ... futility. Back then, she deserved answers, and she had to fight tooth and nail to get them. Ven deserves them just as much as she did, and if she can spare him any kind of strife, then she will.]

I heard Terra's voice ... calling out to me. I don't know if it was the Wayfinder's magic, but ...

[Besides ... isn't it her story, too?]

I found him in Radiant Garden, but he ... Terra ... he wasn't himself.

[Her gaze turns distant, and she frowns slightly, summoning the unpleasant memory up to the surface.]

Master Xehanort had somehow taken over his body. Not like Vanitas could. It was ... different, somehow. ... I ...

[At least now she understands the hesitancy in others. It's not an easy story to tell ...

To think that it happened a second time ...]