[The stain may not be gone yet, but ... it's well on its way. Talking it out is something that she never really got the chance to do before, and ... well ... it seems like now is the time. A hand is placed over his.]

While he was ... possessed like that, I fought him. When Master Xehanort began to lose, he turned his keyblade on himself.

[A faint frown, the trauma of that sight causing a clamor within. But very little finds its way to the surface -- for Ven's sake.]

It opened up a rift beneath his feet ... darkness ... it oozed out of that rift like nothing I've ever seen. [Another deep breath is taken in and out before she finishes.] When Terra fell in, I jumped in after him.