Brandon
Landing his teeny ship before the more diminutive looking tower, Furo popped the cockpit and jumped out. One of his arms was currently in a sling as he still was healing after having his shoulder ran through back on Hallow Bastion.

"Smaller than I remember it, but the old lady probably makes it larger when she is expecting company."

He would not put it past wizards and their theatrics. It be annoying if he happened to be subjected to it more often. With that in mind, he should probably steer clear of Merlin for awhile. He really was not in the mood of struggling to breathe in that dusty old house.

Starting up the stairs, the young man decided to walk rather than fly up. He just could not put forth extra motivation for this conversation; It was more a formality than anything else to share his side of the mission with Mod.
Van
*Furo would eventually reach the top of the stairs and the door to Aria's room. Furo could feel that the entire building was different, and was missing the magical energy from before.*
Brandon
"Old Lady, it's the blonde asshole! Here to share what went down on our side of things!"

He reached out to the door and rapped his knuckles against it. He could not remember if the doors opened inward or outward, but he took a step back just in case Mod tried to blow the door wide open. The place was far less lively than he recalled, but maybe it was a reflection of his own mood.

Whatever.
Raymond
*Aria walked over to the door as Furo was opening it, causing her to be standing right in-front of him when he did.*

"Oh, I remember you from Hollow Bastion. You helped us when that behemoth appeared and then ran off with Fiora. Are your friends safe?"
Brandon
"I'm not really sure. I'm doubtful if I'm being honest, uhm..."

Furo spoke with a calm tone as he realized he had no idea what this woman's name was. He raised an eyebrow that it was one of the princesses who opened the door instead of Mod, and he tried to peek around her into the room.

"I'm sorry, I never caught your name. I'm Furo and I'm here to speak with the lady who should be sitting behind the desk over there. I hope you and your fellow princesses are being well taken care of."

*Did Mod step out? Or maybe she was in a different room of this place? Should he wait for her?*
Raymond
"Oh, I'm sorry about your friends. What happened, and can I help at all? My name is Aria. I'm supposed to be a Keyblade Master who trained under Mod... Um, Mod isn't here..."

*She stepped back to let Furo into the room.*

"The short story of it, she had to seal herself away after assisting at Hollow Bastion... As for me and the other princesses, we are well. The others got sent to Traverse Town to rest and be protected. I decided to come here instead."
Brandon
"Oh you wield one of those *Things* Too... Well my friends—She did... What?"

Furo did not accept the invitation into the room. Instead he furrowed his brow as he digested the new information. The look on his face went from shock, to anger, to resignation perhaps? It was would be hard to nail down any specific word to describe what depressive expression aptly correlated to both his visage and the deflation of what already had been a dour apperance to begin with.

"I see."

His eyes became listless as he debated just leaving. Hearing that their entire operation resulted in loss to each goal he had cared about felt like the nail in the coffin. Nothing had gone right for him.

"Ah... Maybe I should... I'm sorry for wasting your time."

He started to turn so he could make his descent back down the tower.
Raymond
"W-wait, hang on. Please. You mentioned you weren't sure your friends were safe. Can I help at all? I know I'm not as strong as Mod but I did train under her for some time. And you still protected me and the other princesses. As far as I know it is our fault they are in danger."
Brandon
"Well... I'm not sure how true that is anymore."

He stood with his back to the woman, the stairs down being so few but the lack of motivation to descend them draining as the seconds passed. Honestly, flying a ship even seemed to be too much effort in the moment to Furo. He just wanted to be back in his bed where nothing else mattered, but he had left Mamu all the way back at Traverse.

He turned back to face Aria as he acknowledged her once more. The painful thumping in his head, as he failed to process the onset of feelings, second to the pain he felt in his shoulder at the moment. Perhaps he had moved more suddenly than he thought?

"Before I would have assumed that your people tempted my friends by preying on their good nature; One of whom is currently being dragged along without any say by one of your stupid keys. Now though, I recognize that even if we did not get involved with your lot, something else would have just come along to tear us apart."

He knew now that Brad would never see reason once he got something in his head. For all any of then knew, Icidro was no longer in this dark realm, if he had ever been. That key could be taking him anywhere and everywhere, and they would just be on a goose chase.

"I'm not happy the old lady betrayed the purpose of leaving things to her so that she could guide us for whatever is suppose to be next. However, that is not her fault; It's mine for having put trust into the words of strangers..."

He dropped to his knees as he just felt tired and a little cold. He put a hand to his injured shoulder and found that it was a getting pretty damp. Damn, he knew relying on his own bandage work was a sketchy idea.

"Then again...," He looked he pulled away his hand as he looked and grimaced a little at what he saw, "...I can see why... It's hard... To rely..."
** **

Falling face first, the sound of his own words faded along with the sound of everything else. Starting to lose consciousness in that moment, he felt even lamer than he already had. So weak and unreliable, it was no wonder why he kept being left behind by the people around him. 

He would apologize to Aria for his lame appearance. He just needed to close his eyes for a moment.

*Five minutes max.*