[center][b]Damian Strath[/b]
--Mysterious Tower--[/center]

Damian had followed the others back into the room where they'd all met up with and could only frown when he heard the fairies were gone. [i]How long has the darkness been spreading? How long have...[/i] Stopping his train of thought, he instead steps up to the front and nods to Leo before turning to the others. "Look, so far as I be concerned, you're all a bunch of land lubbers, and this gummi ship is preferable to the corridors of light for me personally, but if things are as bad as they sound, we don't need a leader. We need a team." With a flourish, he summons his keyblade and holds it out in the middle for a moment before lowering it to his side. "We're only so many against a seemingly endless amount of enemies, heartless and nobodies and who knows what else. But we have the power to put a stop to it and I'll be damned if I ignore that power."

As he spoke, Damian's mind filled with memories of his parents, of the shipmates who'd taught him so much about not just brawling and manning a ship, but about life. He owed this to them. "I've too many people back home counting on me to save them and I'm sure you all do too." Grinning, with the keyblade back in front of him, the light glinting off of it. "So, lads and lasses, what say ye?"