It's a Master's duty... and also, well, because I wanted to.

[she allows herself to step away from naminé again, though it's for a reason. she holds out her hand, concentrates, and summons her keyblade—stormfall, reunited with its proper owner. though it has been a decade since she has touched it, she has not forgotten what her true keyblade feels like; eraqus's keyblade never truly felt like her own. letting her hand fall, she smiles, if a bit wistfully.]

When I was younger, I dreamed of being a Keyblade Master. I grew up listening to all the stories about the children of light, the Keyblade War, the lanes between... I wanted to be one of them. But I used to not believe in myself. How could I, this normal girl, possibly become a fully-fledged Master?

[with her free hand, she reaches out to naminé, her hand stopping just before the younger girl's face. the tiniest orb of light forms on the tip of her pointer finger, which leaves aqua's fingertip and lazily floats into naminé's chest. the sides of her eyes crinkle ever so slighly.]

Sometimes dreams do come true.