[He doesn't say anything when his hand is released, but before there's too much distance between them, Orga reaches out and grasps Terra's opposite wrist. In one smooth motion, he manoeuvers it upwards to chest level while switching his grip so their hands are clasped together firmly, bending his elbow more to pull Terra a little closer.

When he speaks, it starts out quiet and solemn, with his eyes boring straight into Terra's.]

I get what you're askin', and I promise I'll do whatever it takes to stop you. But... that doesn't mean I'm just gonna sit there and let you die on me either. On all of us.

You're gonna live, and we'll find some way to get that bastard out of you once and for all. You didn't survive this long only to lose to him now, so you'd better keep kickin' his ass until then. You hear me?

[ To say that Terra was expecting this would be a complete and utter falsehood. It is clear the surprise marked on the brunet's face, and suddenly whatever dark thoughts were drowned out by Orga's words, which pierced through him like lightning. His own blue eyes were matching the other man's gaze, feeling as if he couldn't look away.

His heart was pounding as feelings of admiration, doubt, and surprise continued to stir in him a bit more clearly.

Terra took more time to think over those words, and already he had thought of saying something against it. But, was it his own will or Xehanort's that urged him to? ]

I...

[ Had he given up so easily? No, but at the same time, if he had help to get rid of Xehanort once and for all, maybe he should still try.

A bit more light comes back to his eyes, which seemed so hazy and unclear before. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I do.

I'm not going to let that old man continue to do what he pleases. [ ... One of his hands clasped tightly within Orga's clutches tight. ] I don't know if--no, if there's a way to be rid of him we will find it. I have to believe that.