[ He can see her efforts to commit this new and alien thing to memory, and Riku is suddenly, forcibly transported back to a memory from when he was very young.

Kairi was still so new, a miracle from beyond the horizon of their tiny, idyllic world.

She didn't understand the things all Destiny Islanders knew like fish take to water, those little daily details the rest of them all had engraved on their hearts, even as young as five years old, and Riku misses her so much.

Sora had missed her the most, so that's why he had to leave. She's always why he leaves. ]

[ His pupils shrink when he focuses back on Eleven and the moment they're in, normal spots of black in the marine. ]

Where do you see it, once it's taken?

[ He has to look over the screen for a moment to remind himself. Despite his age, Riku's honestly been the type to leave his own Gummiphone untouched for days, neglecting messages, ignoring the network. He always had more important things to do. ]

This one. Right here, see it? Think of it as a picture album. A box to put all your pictures in.