Ventus. He can remember now, though maybe not all that clearly. It wasn't that long after his father died. Shortly after he came to stay in the castle. Ventus was the one who saved him when he'd wandered off and been attacked by the Unversed.

He regards the hand for a moment before accepting the handshake. He doesn't think he ever properly thanked Ven that day. Talking hadn't been easy for him back then.

"I go by Zexion now. I have for nearly ten years. Which I believe is how long it's been since I last saw you."