Do I Want To Be The Guy?
| Do I Want To Be The Guy? | |
|---|---|
| Date of Cutscene: | 18 October 2012 |
| Location: | Travelling The Worlds |
| Synopsis: | Words from his last meeting with Riku come back to haunt him, prompting introspection... |
| Cast of Characters: | Mercade Alexander, Will Sherman |
Leaving the castle walls of Baron was easy.
Leaving the past behind was less so. Some things don't go away so easily.
"Maybe you think it should be you, Mercade? Maybe--"
Mercade frowns to himself, Riku's words echoing in his mind. He looks to Hobo Lad, one William Sherman who is traveling beside (and in front, and behind, and around... Dude is active) him. He thinks about saying something, but he doesn't. Instead, he looks inward.
"I want to help people. I want to save them."
They travel between worlds, Mercade paying only partial attention to their path as they go. Will will keep an eye out, he's sure. He has other things to focus on.
"These motivations are simple enough. But why do I want this?"
On one side, virtue...
"What do I want? What do I need? Is it out of a need to protect others?"
On the other, vice.
"Or is it because I want them to need me? Do I want to be the one they depend on?"
Mercade grimaces as he moves on, the landscapes flickering between shadowed deserts, tundra, woodlands, castles, marketplaces. Sights and wonders to behold, beautiful and terrible as they slip between the cracks of the worlds.
"There is a thought that crossed my mind when I talked to him. When he refused to help... It said, 'take it'."
The Keyblade. The weapon against the Heartless. With it, they had a chance. But could they depend on that kid?
'Take it and be the hero he will not.'
Mercade stops. Will looks at him and make a sassy comment to him. He doesn't even notice. Revulsion crawls within him as he takes a deep, hard look at himself.
And he doesn't like what he sees.
Even in the light... Some Darkness.
"But is that the truth? Or is it what I fear?"
"Only one way to find out." Mercade says to himself. Will looks confused for a moment, since that didn't mesh at all with what he was just saying. "Let's go, Will. We still have promises to keep. And miles to go before we sleep."
