Alan
"Well... As much as I wish it wasn't my fault, I... I still had a hand in it... Sir Icidro, you deserve to know the truth. Everyone does. Mod forbade me from telling anyone out of fear, but I can't be quiet about it anymore. It isn't right... I wish to tell you what happened after *Those* Experiments stopped.."
Jorge
Icidro slows before stopping in his tracks. Lowering his arm against the keyblade's will, Icidro wordlessly turns to face Oswald. The worst expression Oswald could have expected would be seen staring back at him as Icidro gives him his full attention.
Alan
"Sir Icidro, you see... I have a special power to create anything using magical Ink and my imagination. It helped me and many other wielders and friends quite a lot. Even helped propel technology, with me even making the first gummi blocks for ships. However..."

*Oswald looked down.*

"Pira still wished to do more learning about the heartless, but didn't want to risk the lives of other people by experimenting on them. I agreed that they should still be researched so we can fight them, and he suggested... He suggested I make something that created heartless without needing people... There is no easy way to say this... I made a door that would have heartless come out on our command, but things went wrong after Pira's apprentice betrayed us and took over the project, using my creation to... She caused the door to vanish and thus the heartless began to swarm the worlds... So what I'm trying to say is, I created the Door to Darkness... And it is my fault this war is happening... Since then, I promised never to use this power again... So it is my fault..."
Jorge
With Oswald looking down, he doesn't see the expression on Icidro's face upon hearing the King's words. Only silence hangs in the Ice Mountain, louder than any words that can be spoken. The caballero's grip on his keyblade audibly tightens.

Icidro takes a few steps toward the rabbit before coming to kneel, and then placing a hand on Oswald's shoulder.

"Thank you for telling me this. You acted with good intentions, so I can't lay any blame for wanting to spare lives and acting with incomplete knowledge. However, I can not absolve your highness of the sin, and what has come about because of your handiwork— Not that crime, not now, not ever— But I can forgive you for it."

"I plan on closing the door. If your highness wants to right his wrong, then help me do so and bring the truth to my people."