In the back of his mind, Ven remembered Terra doing something similar to this for him. Holding out his toy keyblade and letting Ven take it, it had been symbolic of Ven slowly regaining his ability to fight. And to be alive.

Now, sitting in the kitchen at a breakfast table, it might seem like a completely silly way to perform an 'inheritance ceremony'... but to Ven is was still absolutely perfect. He gazed at Master Keeper presented in front of him, silently admiring the weapon for a moment. It was a blade and a power to aspire to, and Ven gave a small nod, both in acceptance and to himself. A small promise to to his very best, to fight for the dream he'd been given.

He reached out, wrapping his hand gently around the key.