[ He isn't there. It's frustration that answers, whip-sharp. ]
No thanks to you!
[ Except Bruce is right. Riku is too close to this. He's been run down by stress, by fatigue and complicated grief. Not that this makes him any different or worse off than literally anyone else, but a troubled heart and visions of what was lost (starting long before the hands appeared) hasn't helped.
Instead of reasoned caution, he bristles with reckless aggression.
He sees (or doesn't, to his mounting frustration) an obstacle that won't get the hell out of his way. He sees Sora's retreating back and the glow of his lantern beginning to sink into the shadows between the trees.
When he catches the scent of Darkness, it's almost an accident, too focused on finding the other with his eyes. Riku's nostrils flare and he balls up his right hand.
That it's a somewhat familiar scent doesn't make a difference, when he pivots his fist flies blindly, uncaring where it lands so long as it hits something. ]
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No thanks to you!
[ Except Bruce is right. Riku is too close to this. He's been run down by stress, by fatigue and complicated grief. Not that this makes him any different or worse off than literally anyone else, but a troubled heart and visions of what was lost (starting long before the hands appeared) hasn't helped.
Instead of reasoned caution, he bristles with reckless aggression.
He sees (or doesn't, to his mounting frustration) an obstacle that won't get the hell out of his way. He sees Sora's retreating back and the glow of his lantern beginning to sink into the shadows between the trees.
When he catches the scent of Darkness, it's almost an accident, too focused on finding the other with his eyes. Riku's nostrils flare and he balls up his right hand.
That it's a somewhat familiar scent doesn't make a difference, when he pivots his fist flies blindly, uncaring where it lands so long as it hits something. ]