There was a soft clink at Ven's fork dropped against the table, the blonde lifting his hands and waving them as if in surrender. "No, that's not what I meant-!" He pauses for a moment, his own memories of that incident flashing through his mind.

You must exist no more.

Regardless of the apology that had proceeded that statement, it had hurt more than one could imagine to be told that. But Ven had understood, knowing the threat he posed, and in that instant had had to come to terms with the notion that Eraqus could no longer keep him aline, much less as a student.

So to be asked this... it carried far more meaning than just simple training sessions.

"I don't need any time to decide. I... still want to be trained by you. More than anything. If you still want me as your student." His life may have been vastly different here, but his dream would never change.

The keyblade. His life so far. They deserved more respect than to be left behind.