[At this, Terra nods.] Okay. I'll be back in a bit. [The wide, heavy-looking keyblade shimmers to his hand again. He slings it up into the air; come on, there's no way it can be that heavy with how easily he tosses it.
The keyblade melts into the glider, and the glider streaks back down toward him. He grabs it and hops on as it keeps going. But don't worry, he'll be back shortly with Squall's little present.
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The keyblade melts into the glider, and the glider streaks back down toward him. He grabs it and hops on as it keeps going. But don't worry, he'll be back shortly with Squall's little present.
If it even works.]