More and more questions ran though the boy's mind, faster then he could even begin to consider answers. Those words bounced around in his head, and the only thing he could think was that they couldn't possibly be true. Master Eraqus may not have wanted him to leave, but he had taught Ventus plenty about how a wielder of the Keyblade should act in other worlds.

Protect the world order. Don't involve yourself unless it was for the sake of all worlds. He and his friends had all followed those rules...hadn't they?

"That's not possible. It can't be." Still, the words were spoken with less conviction then his arguments before. He couldn't help but think that, maybe, even if it wasn't their fault...what if it was something they had brought with them? Something that was following them.

Wait...maybe that really was it.

And Ventus could only think of one thing that might be.

Perhaps to Saix's disappointment, some of the shock began to fade from his expression. Suddenly, the boy was just a little more focused, a little more serious.

"Did what happened to the city have anything to do with the Unversed? Or a guy in a mask?" he asked, desperately hoping for a straight answer.