[ Grief is never as attractive as cinema makes it. It's ugly like an open sore. Riku's angry and why wouldn't he be? A stranger asks too much, too soon. He doesn't know what Riku has been through, he can't know what they've all been through. ]
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[ What is he supposed to think? What is he supposed to feel?
He was never part of some world where he was the alien presence, a kernel of something other waiting, like a piece of unexploded materiel, inside the body of some unsuspecting person, long after his own death.
In Riku's own experiences, a person who holds a portion of another's memories has them forever - until they're extracted, poured by a witch with very specific abilities into its original, slumbering host. None of those other factors are here. Too little time remains to acquire anything close to what might be needed to get back his friend, and...
Not enough might be there to bring him back entirely anyway. Everything points to the obliteration of everything that Riku once held dearest, with Kairi buried, never to return, with Sora reduced to a distant echo in a stranger's altered body.
All of this culminates in the message, writ large: Riku protected nothing and no one, a fool who clung too tightly to a pretty hope with no substance. None of this means he can't continue, or he won't - what a poor way to carry on the memory of the two most important people to him, of Kairi and of Sora.
Just that it hurts. Just that he'll carry these scars until the World Eaters erase these and Riku both, or they'll find a way to stop the World Eaters. Bring back the light. And then he'll rejoin his friends at last.
He never makes it up the hill. He has nothing to bury, so he goes to the only place that still carries any warmth for him. ]
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[ What is he supposed to think?
What is he supposed to feel?
He was never part of some world where he was the alien presence, a kernel of something other waiting, like a piece of unexploded materiel, inside the body of some unsuspecting person, long after his own death.
In Riku's own experiences, a person who holds a portion of another's memories has them forever - until they're extracted, poured by a witch with very specific abilities into its original, slumbering host. None of those other factors are here. Too little time remains to acquire anything close to what might be needed to get back his friend, and...
Not enough might be there to bring him back entirely anyway. Everything points to the obliteration of everything that Riku once held dearest, with Kairi buried, never to return, with Sora reduced to a distant echo in a stranger's altered body.
All of this culminates in the message, writ large: Riku protected nothing and no one, a fool who clung too tightly to a pretty hope with no substance. None of this means he can't continue, or he won't - what a poor way to carry on the memory of the two most important people to him, of Kairi and of Sora.
Just that it hurts. Just that he'll carry these scars until the World Eaters erase these and Riku both, or they'll find a way to stop the World Eaters. Bring back the light. And then he'll rejoin his friends at last.
He never makes it up the hill. He has nothing to bury, so he goes to the only place that still carries any warmth for him. ]