He feels really out of place, here. All these people are here to actually encourage Ira. To make him feel better. Tch... as if he knows the first thing about that kind of thing. The mention of Ventus has him falling quiet for a long while; he really was here...

Anger swells in his chest for a moment, but he bites it back and forces himself to focus on something else entirely. Something like--... He just focuses on Ira, himself. Something else stands out, and he responds without entirely thinking it over, "If it really was your destiny and "purpose," it wouldn't have been possible to take away, idiot. By definition, destiny is something that'll definitely happen, no matter if you want it to, or not."

Well, if he's going to be here, he might as well say something. Maybe. He gives a huff-like sigh, scrubbing a hand through his hair. His next words are practically grumbled, "If you really wanna believe in crap like destinies, just make your own. If you want a purpose in life, find one. It's stupid to just stand around and focus on the past, if it bothers you this much. These idiots obviously care about you, in spite of all that. They're your friends, right? Aren't friends supposed to... lean against each other, or whatever?"