It was as if DiZ's familiar words and thoughts crept up into his mind all over again, preaching about how the Nobodies have no feelings, and seeming to enforce the cruel words and harsh behavior within Riku. He remembered how forcefully he grabbed Naminé from time to time, and the feeling of the Darkness swallowing him whole so he could win his fight with Roxas. What right did they have to live? They were merely pawns to DiZ. Every time, he felt out of place, as if he was playing a part, and it wasn't one he chose for himself. Then again, hadn't that been his entire life? Hadn't he just been a tool, when all he wanted was freedom and to see the outside world with his friends? He knew it was there and clung to it, and its ends always led to mistakes.
Riku clenched his fingers into a fist. With Naminé, his actions and choices with her made it easier to handle himself in her presence. She helped him. And she didn't just do it because of her link to Kairi, but because she wanted to, because there was that desire within her. He already atoned for his mistakes there, and did what he could. That didn't mean he would stop, of course. He would continue to help her, even here, when her separation from Kairi could mean something far worse.
But that didn't mean the same with Roxas. Roxas, who could like a film. Roxas, who could be so much like Sora, but Riku knew he wasn't. It would be stupid to lie to himself and say he was. All those rewrites for Twilight Town, all those actions to devise a way to make Roxas what they needed him to be to bring back Sora, would've been unnecessary if he was that closely tied to him.
Only his stubbornness made him stay here instead of trying to beg for an escape. He needed to get over this. He needed to deal with it, because in the end, Roxas was important. He needed to be safe. Everything proved as much.
But at what cost? Would it be the same cost again? Would freedom mean-
No, he stopped himself from that thought. "I bet you don't even know what's going on," he replied, adding "cocky" to his tone. Easy enough, he figured. At least if he saw Roxas riled up and feeling something, he could learn about him a little. See what was different from Sora.
Then again, wasn't it more like seeing that all again than anything else?
So, he wasn't working on getting on Roxas's good side, either. Well, that was just fine with him. He remembered the sour taste of defeat; it hadn't left his tongue since he'd lost the fight with this boy, who'd injected himself with darkness and leaked it out of his pores. It was his first true defeat, and it'd stopped him from getting to Xemnas - in fact, it'd been exactly what had led to him being here.
Did he have that sort of power? The surge of darkness hadn't been anything to shake a Keyblade at (well, it had, but that hadn't exactly worked completely(, but it didn't seem so powerful now.
"Whatever. Of course I know what's going on," he puffed up, sitting up straight in his seat. He didn't need to prove it. In fact, he wasn't going to... because he couldn't. But he wasn't letting this light-haired idiot get the one-up on him again. What was there to get, anyway? There was a giant monkey and he was in a jungle. And... some people were there. So maybe the monkey would eat them or something. How else could it end?
It was as if DiZ's familiar words and thoughts crept up into his mind all over again, preaching about how the Nobodies have no feelings, and seeming to enforce the cruel words and harsh behavior within Riku. He remembered how forcefully he grabbed Naminé from time to time, and the feeling of the Darkness swallowing him whole so he could win his fight with Roxas. What right did they have to live? They were merely pawns to DiZ. Every time, he felt out of place, as if he was playing a part, and it wasn't one he chose for himself. Then again, hadn't that been his entire life? Hadn't he just been a tool, when all he wanted was freedom and to see the outside world with his friends? He knew it was there and clung to it, and its ends always led to mistakes.
Riku clenched his fingers into a fist. With Naminé, his actions and choices with her made it easier to handle himself in her presence. She helped him. And she didn't just do it because of her link to Kairi, but because she wanted to, because there was that desire within her. He already atoned for his mistakes there, and did what he could. That didn't mean he would stop, of course. He would continue to help her, even here, when her separation from Kairi could mean something far worse.
But that didn't mean the same with Roxas. Roxas, who could like a film. Roxas, who could be so much like Sora, but Riku knew he wasn't. It would be stupid to lie to himself and say he was. All those rewrites for Twilight Town, all those actions to devise a way to make Roxas what they needed him to be to bring back Sora, would've been unnecessary if he was that closely tied to him.
Only his stubbornness made him stay here instead of trying to beg for an escape. He needed to get over this. He needed to deal with it, because in the end, Roxas was important. He needed to be safe. Everything proved as much.
But at what cost? Would it be the same cost again? Would freedom mean-
No, he stopped himself from that thought. "I bet you don't even know what's going on," he replied, adding "cocky" to his tone. Easy enough, he figured. At least if he saw Roxas riled up and feeling something, he could learn about him a little. See what was different from Sora.
Then again, wasn't it more like seeing that all again than anything else?
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Did he have that sort of power? The surge of darkness hadn't been anything to shake a Keyblade at (well, it had, but that hadn't exactly worked completely(, but it didn't seem so powerful now.
"Whatever. Of course I know what's going on," he puffed up, sitting up straight in his seat. He didn't need to prove it. In fact, he wasn't going to... because he couldn't. But he wasn't letting this light-haired idiot get the one-up on him again. What was there to get, anyway? There was a giant monkey and he was in a jungle. And... some people were there. So maybe the monkey would eat them or something. How else could it end?
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