Night 53: M31-M40

[moral_liberty]

Sleep came and left Kaworu easily. He couldn't remember most of the time he had spent there in bed, but he acknowledged the absence of experience. Nothing had happened that day. A person had told him to sleep, and laid a hand on his head. He had felt nothing. He only stayed still, and waited for the bleed of identities that did not come. He was

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[antiheroed]

The meeting with Terra had gone well, with Riku realizing that there was a lot he needed to keep from him. He understood well enough that his potential mentor wouldn't take well to knowing everything he had gone through. Darkness wasn't accepted by most. For Riku, it was a point he was ashamed of. While it would have to come up eventually, he figured it could come out later. Sora and Kairi would understand why it would be up to him to explain it.

Still, he couldn't help but feel optimistic as he exited the Sun Room and asked to go back to his room. His nurse obligated, agreeing that he looked rather tired. Tired, yeah, that was it. He knew he needed some rest for that night.

His plan for the evening was simple, but it was one he wanted to take alone. His friends wouldn't understand. Maybe they'd get why he'd want to face that again, but they wouldn't get why he wanted to go it alone. That was the problem right there. It was because he knew what it could say. Faced with that situation, his shadow could spew out any number of things.

Riku didn't want them to hear it. It wouldn't be easy, listening to that, and still having faith in him. Some of it was about the things he did, he knew. Some of it ... would be about Roxas, about how he didn't care. Or rather, how he made himself not care. Didn't it all add up in the end?

The sleep itself proved to be restive; even though he wanted to chip those hours away, it didn't happen. He didn't draw himself out of bed for dinner, and he waited for Landel's nightly announcement and the door to click open to crawl out of bed. Things were different from how they were the night before. But he noticed one thing: Landel's voice was just as anxious. Great. Even the guy in charge of messing with them couldn't keep things in order. Riku wondered what would happen, and he wished-for what he knew wouldn't be the first time-that he had gone with his friends that night. That way, they could plan.

No use now, though. Things were set. And he still had a goal in mind. He just hoped he could use his flashlight to drag out his shadow. This time, it wouldn't be memory games. He'd take it slow.

But before he took off, he decided to investigate. The room had done a switch on his roommate, but he wondered if that meant Battler's things were gone. It wasn't like he ever got to know he guy. One talk, and that was it. A shame, but he was curious. He shuffled over to Battler's closet and looked in, and the investigation ended well: there was a weird looking diary, an extra ring, and a bat. Like he needed another one of those. He huffed as he set the ring and bat aside, and he glanced through the diary. It felt invasive, and he stopped after a few pages. He closed it, grabbed the other items, and dropped them in his own closet. With the exception of the ring. He wanted to see how it worked first hand, and he didn't want to use his own. If Battler was gone, he wouldn't care, right?

Either way, it didn't matter. It wasn't like he always put someone else's position into consideration. He wasn't very good at that.

His feet carried him past his desk, where he grabbed his flashlight up, and he headed out of his room. He hated using it so freely to travel through the darkness, but this was with a purpose.

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