Mickey laughed at his Keyblades and then squeeked, "So, you've still got 'em eh? You weren't too pleased when ya got 'em the first time!" Soji dropped them away from the mouse's reach. "Yes, I've still got them. What else am I supposed to do with them? I can't give them away nor sell them. These confounded things won't leave me."
"Well, you've got to accept 'em! The Keyblade chooses its master. And it choose you! Personally, I ain't feelin' too keen about a former Prime Evil havin' one, but I ain't got a choice! Anyways, I can't be staying here long! The Azure Guardians are havin' a tough time with your old friends! Gotta go, Soji! Cya!"
The mouse waved his hand and faded away along with the strange place. Instead, Soji woke to find himself back on the bridge out in the open. His Keyblades were in his hand and he scolded himself. He'd really have to see about getting a room.
"Well, you've got to accept 'em! The Keyblade chooses its master. And it choose you! Personally, I ain't feelin' too keen about a former Prime Evil havin' one, but I ain't got a choice! Anyways, I can't be staying here long! The Azure Guardians are havin' a tough time with your old friends! Gotta go, Soji! Cya!"
The mouse waved his hand and faded away along with the strange place. Instead, Soji woke to find himself back on the bridge out in the open. His Keyblades were in his hand and he scolded himself. He'd really have to see about getting a room.