"A hurricane doesn't ask your permission either," she pointed out. No more doe the berries you find in the woods that save you from starving ask you if it is okay to grow in your path. The sun doesn't ask our permission to shine on us. Take it further, none of our parents asked us if we wanted to live. Keyblades choose, but they're not like us they're more like a force of Nature. And there had been those who studied them the way you are suggesting. But they're not with us anymore. Except possibly Master Yensid. I never had enough of a chance to speak with him to be sure what his focuses had been, though I have gotten some small insight from my time with Mickey."
She sook her head a bit. "I think Sora has the potential to be one of the greatest Masters in history. I think if he can make it to his future it will include teaching. He wants to help too much to not. Because the war will end eventually, and he'll need some way to channel all his energy and his drive. Training himself, and training others is a natural step on his path. And hopefully some version of myself, Terra, and Ven will be there to help."
"As to what happened to Xion and Roxas, what happened to Riku, to you, to everyone hurt that way... that isn't the fault of yourselves or of the Keyblade. That is the fault of the people who hurt you. If someone were to make Xion's life miserable because of the color of her skin or her eyes, is that the fault of her skin and eyes? Or the fault of the person attacking her?" She shook her head again and ran a hand through her hair. "In the world where mutants were hated... Many people tried to end my life because my hair was blue. They saw that and from that decided I must be a mutant and therefore had to die. It wasn't my mutant power that was to blame, nor was it my fault for being a mutant. Their bigotry was theirs. The fault was theirs, and also those who encouraged them in such violent hatred. But if you blame Xion's Keyblade for how Xion is treated - and yes I am using her a an example for a reason - how long before he internalizes that to feeling like you blame her for how she was treated?" she asked gently.
"It is easy to aim your anger at the Keyblades, but what purpose does that serve, Lea? What purpose does holding onto this anger serve at all? Even if we blame those who should be blamed... our blame, our hurt, our anger... it hurts us far more than it hurts them."
She leaned back again. "I do not hate the people who tried to kill me for being a mutant. The people who tried to hurt my students. The parents who abandoned them or worse when their powers developed. I do not even hate Xehonort. I did for a while," she admitted. "But the only thing that changed was me. It solved nothing. It only made things worse."
"Railing against being chosen by the Keyblade changes nothing but your relationship to your own power and potential. And those who look to you, perhaps. But Lea... it doesn’t stop Keyblades from choosing anyone else."
She sighed and looked at him. "You have a Keyblade now. You can choose to never use it, though I suspect you won't. But you can't undo that you were chosen. It is part of who you are now. How you choose to deal with that emotionally will change how smooth or rough your path is going forward. It will harm you or it will heal you. But that is all."
he reached a hand and rested it on his chest, unless he moved away. "Your Heart is strong, Lea. Your emotions are strong as well. But you are the one who decides which emotions you allow to take over you. Anger is fine and natural, but it is like salt. Too much of it is toxic, and even a little when pressed to a wound can hurt. But the one it will hurt is you," she said softly, gently, letting her hand fall back to the seat between them.
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She sook her head a bit. "I think Sora has the potential to be one of the greatest Masters in history. I think if he can make it to his future it will include teaching. He wants to help too much to not. Because the war will end eventually, and he'll need some way to channel all his energy and his drive. Training himself, and training others is a natural step on his path. And hopefully some version of myself, Terra, and Ven will be there to help."
"As to what happened to Xion and Roxas, what happened to Riku, to you, to everyone hurt that way... that isn't the fault of yourselves or of the Keyblade. That is the fault of the people who hurt you. If someone were to make Xion's life miserable because of the color of her skin or her eyes, is that the fault of her skin and eyes? Or the fault of the person attacking her?" She shook her head again and ran a hand through her hair. "In the world where mutants were hated... Many people tried to end my life because my hair was blue. They saw that and from that decided I must be a mutant and therefore had to die. It wasn't my mutant power that was to blame, nor was it my fault for being a mutant. Their bigotry was theirs. The fault was theirs, and also those who encouraged them in such violent hatred. But if you blame Xion's Keyblade for how Xion is treated - and yes I am using her a an example for a reason - how long before he internalizes that to feeling like you blame her for how she was treated?" she asked gently.
"It is easy to aim your anger at the Keyblades, but what purpose does that serve, Lea? What purpose does holding onto this anger serve at all? Even if we blame those who should be blamed... our blame, our hurt, our anger... it hurts us far more than it hurts them."
She leaned back again. "I do not hate the people who tried to kill me for being a mutant. The people who tried to hurt my students. The parents who abandoned them or worse when their powers developed. I do not even hate Xehonort. I did for a while," she admitted. "But the only thing that changed was me. It solved nothing. It only made things worse."
"Railing against being chosen by the Keyblade changes nothing but your relationship to your own power and potential. And those who look to you, perhaps. But Lea... it doesn’t stop Keyblades from choosing anyone else."
She sighed and looked at him. "You have a Keyblade now. You can choose to never use it, though I suspect you won't. But you can't undo that you were chosen. It is part of who you are now. How you choose to deal with that emotionally will change how smooth or rough your path is going forward. It will harm you or it will heal you. But that is all."
he reached a hand and rested it on his chest, unless he moved away. "Your Heart is strong, Lea. Your emotions are strong as well. But you are the one who decides which emotions you allow to take over you. Anger is fine and natural, but it is like salt. Too much of it is toxic, and even a little when pressed to a wound can hurt. But the one it will hurt is you," she said softly, gently, letting her hand fall back to the seat between them.