Master of Masters: You’re letting the Exam Decide?

Listen to me, the

results don’t matter. You believe the world needs you. Sounds like you
already know where you’re headed

Young Xehanort: It’s Funny. Somehow I know what I must do. Even
this coat, yes, somehow it feels like I was supposed to wear this.

Master of Masters: No… You’ll ditch it soon.

Young Xehanort: What do you mean?

Master of Masters: I mean one day you’re going to outgrow it. Sure, the
coat wards off the darkness and allows you to travel to whole new worlds
without a scratch.

But if you truly possess great power, the darkness can’t control you. You
won’t need a silly old coat to stay safe. Me, on the other hand, I’m too
much of a scaredy-cat to ever take mine off.

Young Xehanort: So what are you really? Some kind of fortune-teller?

Master of Masters: Well, I could lie and tell you that’s what I am, when
I’m actually a brilliant artist, or even a scholar. I could tell you I dream of
world peace, when I’m actually planning for its destruction. The truth is
what you see with your eyes, not what you hear.

(Pause)

Young Xehanort: So, your name?

Master of Masters: What did I just --- Never mind, Lets just say, I’m a
lost master.

Well, I’ll leave you to it, so… Good luck to you.

May your heart be your guiding key.