He can't just drop the subject, Zexion. "No, it's still likely. But if he did that, then that means he would have had to defeat Terra and Aqua first. He would have killed them." There's anguish in his tone and for a moment, the cheerful Ven is reduced to a mere shell of himself.

He shakes his head, holding up a hand. "No, don't. I don't want to hear it. Dead or not, if he was Xehanort, he was almost certainly my mentor." The light goes out of his eyes and his fists clench. He knows what happened. Xehanort possessed a body, wanting to have another chance to make the ultimate keyblade again. Aqua and Terra wouldn't have let him do that without protest. What had he done to them? "Cruel? Zexion, I don't think you have any idea how cruel my mentor could be."

He stands shakily and he turns away. For a moment, it might look like he's crying, shaking silently and head bowed but when he turns around, his eyes are dry and there are no tears on his face. He's oddly resigned but not in a good way. He nods once. "Let's drop it. So, if I'm trapped here, where will I live?"