....Well. Terra might look like Xemnas, but the difference is as plain as black and white. Roxas on the other hand looks exactly like Ven, and there isn't even a difference in coloration to distinguish the two. Terra knows he shouldn't be showing his face to Ventus anytime in the forseeable future...after all, it was his fault this happened. But at least Ven seems to be okay. He doesn't know how much time has passed since he fought Xehanort, and he is still fairly weakened from the fight, but they won. Right? Xehanort is gone? And that Vanitus guy? What about that twisted keyblade...?

He swallows. He's still very unsteady on his feet, lightheaded. But he had to make sure Ven was okay after all that. It couldn't have been easy to fight alone. Terra takes a half-step toward Ventus, stumbling, forcing him to lean his weight against the wall. His blue eyes are full of warmth, genuine concern--no sign of the cold, unfeeling yellow of Xemnas's presence.

"Ven..." His throat is painfully dry, and he coughs, trying to swallow to at least let him sound like his old self. "Are you all right? What happened to Aqua...?"