YX: Yeah. It wards off darkness. It's useful.
MoM: Told ya! So, how'd it go? The tour?
YX: I learned the reason for my existence.
MoM: Ohhh? Tell me more.
YX: All around the world, people live seemingly peaceful lives. They believe themselves to be moral and virtuous but it's all an act. Darkness lurks in the pit of everyone's heart. Their light is a total farce.
MoM: Sounds like your trip around the world opened your eyes but you got more than you anticipated. Must've seen a lot of darkness.
YX: Those who are week, and who desire greater power, simply strip the strong of their power, and convince themselves they've earned it. That's how people become tainted by darkness. They believe what they want to believe using hollow reasons as justifications. They repeat this cycle, and their darkness grows.
MoM: So you're saying the weak feel the need to justify their actions to maintain a sense of self. Can't let that slide?
YX: No, it's better they be ruled by darkness. People carry delusions of having power, but it's a lie. They are but sheep pretending to be wolves. Though I admit, I can understand why.
MoM: Oh, never heard that one before, a Keyblade wielder willing to side with the darkness? Why not just let them be until the darkness consumes them?
YX: Because left alone, the world would fall to chaos. There needs to be order.
MoM: You sure about that? Why not just sit back and watch it play out?
YX: Understanding hearts is difficult; more so the emotions within. I simple realise that it's easy to dismiss what you don't comprehend.
MoM: All right, all right... The world needs you, I'll grant you that one.
YX: I don't know what I can do, but I will act. What comes next is too important.
MoM: I suppose letting false light dictate the future might be a.... pretty lousy move. So? You can make a change, you have that power. What do you want from the world?
YX: Power, eh? Who knows? My training's coming to an end, and the exam's not far off. Maybe I can gain some clarity then.
MoM: 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.
YX: It's funny. Somehow I can sense where I'm supposed to go, and what I'm supposed to do. Yes, even this coat, there's something familiar about it, as if I'm meant to wear this.
MoM: No... you'll ditch it soon.
YX: What do you mean?
MoM: I mean that one day you're going to outgrow it.
YX: How so?
MoM: If you truly possess great power, the darkness can't control you. You won't need a silly old coat to stay safe. In fact, you'll be the one controlling the darkness instead. Me, on the other hand, I'm too much of a scaredy-cat to ever take mine off.
YX: Who are you really? Some kind of fortune-teller?
MoM: 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.
YX: So, you're name?
MoM: What I just ---. Never mind, I guess there's no harm. My name is ---. I'm a Lost Master.
YX: Lost... Master...
MoM: May your heart be your guiding key.