[It had been startling, at first, to find himself back in Luceti. No wings, cold weather, and he was allowed to actually keep his Keyblade this time. But it doesn't surprise him for long; the more he thinks about it, it's ... just like Luceti not to make much sense.
He walks around the village, glancing at things as he goes. How little things had seemed to changed, other than the sheer amount of people around. He recognizes the paths he had taken while working out, sees places he had sat while meditating. What a nostalgia trip.]
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He walks around the village, glancing at things as he goes. How little things had seemed to changed, other than the sheer amount of people around. He recognizes the paths he had taken while working out, sees places he had sat while meditating. What a nostalgia trip.]