Jason walked along the beach, holding his trenchoat over his right shoulder, gazing out across the ocean and thinking about his life since gaining his keyblade at the age of 13. He had been training with it ever since then, striking down hearless when they came upon an unsuspecting world.
He tossed his trencoat on a small patch of grass near the edge of the beach and took off his boots, sitting down on the beach, staring out across the ocean. He picked up a stone near him and whipped it out over the water, having it skip once or twice before stopping and falling beneath the waves.
He decided that he would go for a swim while he could, to clear his mind, and think about what had happened to him since yesterday when he arrived in Hollow Bastion.
How can everyone be so trusting of me when they dont even know me yet? And what did Wolfa mean when he said that those people had met me before... So many questions yet so few answers.
He took off his socks and shirt, tossing them aside and onto his trencoat. He felt the sun blaze down on his bare back and it felt good compared to the cold of space. He started walking down to the waters edge and dived right into the water, it coming over his head and submerging him in peace.
