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—Unknown

:''Some days have passed since I set off on my journey to prepare for the [[Mark of Mastery exam|Mark of Mastery examination]]. Eraqus asked for leave to undertake the same pilgrimage, but apparently I am to be the first to tour the worlds written off in the old fairy tales.''

:''[[Eraqus]] is a blueblood, descended from the very [[Foreteller|first masters]] in the age of fairy tales. But I did not come this far to indulge in adulation. I will be his peer, His equal. And to do that, I must learn to wield the power born from both darkness and light in proper balance.''  

—[[Xehanort]]

===Experiments of the Heart<br> Notes on Subject X, Excerpt 1===

—[[Xehanort]]

===Experiments of the Heart<br> Notes on Subject X, Excerpt 2===

—[[Xehanort]]

:''The castle was a wonderland to us children. Within its walls, Ansem the Wise conducted his research, and the fruits it bore allowed everyone outside to leave in peace and happiness. That alone was enough to stoke our interest, though not all of the rumors that escaped its walls were so benevolent. By night, the muffled sounds of human wails emerged. There was talk of dangerous human experimentation. [[Lea]] and I couldn't help but hatch a plot to steal inside and sate our curiosity.''

—[[Saïx]]

:''And so we continued our infiltrations, most of them stopped short at the castle gates. When we did mange our way inside, we spoke with her. That was all the comfort two children like us could offer. But Lea had other ideas. He was determined to save her. We slipped into the castle that day knowing only that we wanted, with all our hearts, to save her.''

—[[Saïx]]

:''In my work on the [[Replica Program]] for the [[Organization XIII|Organization]], I produced some twenty vessels. Most of the early results were failures, not one of them granted a number. The first success to emerge from that early lot was the [[Riku Replica|Riku replica]]. Subsequently, [[Xion]] (No. I) was essentially indistinguishable from a natural human, though she became unstable due to the influence of others. Using those two as my foundation, I worked to construct a number of nigh-perfect replicas, but just as they neared completion, my efforts were cut short. I suspect Xehanort aims to use both the initial lot as well as the unused replicas from my later work.''

:''I arose today and decided to walk out in the square, my first outing in some time. Yet my stroll was interrupted when a surprising visitor appeared with an unexpected offer. Though younger than me, he'd risen to become [[Xemnas]]'s right-hand. I accepted his terms and became a [[Nobody]] once more—easier to gain access to the old Replica Program that way.''

—[[Vexen]]

:''Several others who have served Xemnas in the old Organization have followed the same course as mine, electing to abandon their newly restored humanity and rejoin the "real" Organization as Nobodies. But not Xemnas. Xemnas cannot exist in the present because there is already a Xehanort here: the old man in charge. The old man's humanity prevents his [[Ansem, Seeker of Darkness|Heartless]] and Nobody, others vanquished in the past, and [[Young Xehanort|his younger self]] from being denizens of this time.''

—[[Vexen]]

—[[Ienzo]]

:''As for how to contain their hearts, the only conceivable option is the replicas. If we transfer in the digital memories from the Twilight Town archive, the replicas should be able to reconstruct each individual’s human appearance with near-perfect results. Then, their hearts need only the right spark to wake them, so they may find their way out of Sora and Kairi and into those newly made bodies.''

:''These are difficult quandaries, but as I work through my master's data, I find myself remembering the taste of [[Sea-salt ice cream|ice cream]]. When I was a boy, he would bring me some when we took walks together. There will be time to regret my betrayal later. For now, my focus must be on restoring Roxas and Naminé and proving my master had good intentions. ''

—[[Ienzo]]

:''The virus has begun a strange undertaking: a reckless plot to allow the Five to escape into another worldline. Surely such a thing can't be possible? We're talking about the same trick that allowed the Dandelions to transfer to other worldlines after the Keyblade War. But these children are no Masters. They haven't the means… unless, of course, [[Maleficent|a certain lady of magic summoned here from the future]] knows more than I do.''

:''The whole Union leader thing was supposed to be by the books. Are these new events just another phase in the Master’s grand plan?

—Unknown

:'' Even on a worldline with no Keyblade War, peace is but a dream. In the absence of us and our Master, a “darkness” arrived – one that shall surely lead the World to yet another demise.''

:''Amid the chaos, I bequeathed my Keyblade to one of the Union leaders, just as the Master instructed. I watched as the Five were sent to another worldline – at no small cost – ensuring the line of Keyblade wielders will live on. And now, Keybladeless, I must depart this land to fulfill my final task. This means casting my own body aside and sojourning my heart in vessel after vessel – as many as it takes.  

:''But I will continue gazing upon each passing era, one unto the next. In time, be it years or decades, centuries or millennia, I will meet the Five once more.  

:''Somewhere in this cyclical history of bequeathings, a chosen one will appear and reenact the Keyblade War. When this [[Xehanort|scapegoat]] arrives and takes my Keyblade in hand, this will be the time to take the stage and finish my role.  

:''The Lost Masters will awaken.  

—Unknown

:'' It seems this body, this name will be my last. The lives I have lived over the ages could fill volumes, but for now, I must focus on what matters most.  

:'' The Keyblade has been successfully passed down, generation to generation, and it seems a Keyblade Master devoted to the darkness may finally arise. Until now, I have watched over the course of events from a distance. Perhaps the time has come to intervene. I need only play the role of a fool desirous of the Keyblade’s power. I will don the mask of his ally in order to keep watch over my Keyblade from close by.  

:'' [[No Name|The Gazing Eye]]: a Keyblade forged from [[Gazing Eye|the eye]] of the Master of Masters. He passed it to me, as I have to others, and through it he can see the future – all that will ever come to pass. Spanning the ages in body after body, life after life, my task has been to keep vigil over the Eye as it passes from hand to hand. It has been a long time. Longer than I can express.  

:'' But now at last the Keyblade War has begun, and Kingdom Hearts will open – a true and complete Kingdom Hearts, born of the clash between darkness and light. I will soon be reunited with my old companions, and in that moment my long vigil will reach its end. He will return… ''  

—Unknown