[ Right now, Riku doesn't see a future worth being in that doesn't have his friends in it. Sora always had this... knack. This keen instinct for getting his way into someone's heart. Maybe that's why he made Riku promise. Like some part of him knew how necessary it would be for reasons that aren't as obvious as being the light that guides Sora back.
It works. Riku presses forward and tries to contribute to a future that might see the return of the light. He reaches out, forges new connections, tries to impart on them the experience of those who came before. The progression isn't the problem, it's the moments when he pauses long enough to think, the reminders that knock him around inside this box of broken glass that is his grief.
Bruce knows a lot about that. This is easier than questions like what has prompted Sora's return and why he isn't speaking to him, this is direct, a target when they usually aren't afforded the luxury of a direct outlet that won't annihilate them where they stand.
It happens quick. One second when Bruce's eyes widen behind his mask and Riku's teal gaze locks on, sharp and angry.
To Bruce's credit, he doesn't cringe at the pain, he retaliates with the sort of reflexes that could have impressed Riku if his head wasn't a violent shatter looking for something else to cut as badly as he's been. He grew up a soft hearted kid with an old soul, somewhere along the way he acquired a temper. Bruce lunges and they both go down hard, Riku's breath gusting out of his lungs.
The struggle that ensues is desperate, the longer he's on the ground the greater the distance between him and Sora will grow; Riku can't exactly throw off easily someone who is proving as tenacious as the masked man, either. They grapple, this close even the short jabs Riku attempts to aim at his side don't have much force behind them, but if he can manage to turn, it'll be Bruce with less room to maneuver. ]
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It works. Riku presses forward and tries to contribute to a future that might see the return of the light. He reaches out, forges new connections, tries to impart on them the experience of those who came before. The progression isn't the problem, it's the moments when he pauses long enough to think, the reminders that knock him around inside this box of broken glass that is his grief.
Bruce knows a lot about that. This is easier than questions like what has prompted Sora's return and why he isn't speaking to him, this is direct, a target when they usually aren't afforded the luxury of a direct outlet that won't annihilate them where they stand.
It happens quick. One second when Bruce's eyes widen behind his mask and Riku's teal gaze locks on, sharp and angry.
To Bruce's credit, he doesn't cringe at the pain, he retaliates with the sort of reflexes that could have impressed Riku if his head wasn't a violent shatter looking for something else to cut as badly as he's been. He grew up a soft hearted kid with an old soul, somewhere along the way he acquired a temper. Bruce lunges and they both go down hard, Riku's breath gusting out of his lungs.
The struggle that ensues is desperate, the longer he's on the ground the greater the distance between him and Sora will grow; Riku can't exactly throw off easily someone who is proving as tenacious as the masked man, either. They grapple, this close even the short jabs Riku attempts to aim at his side don't have much force behind them, but if he can manage to turn, it'll be Bruce with less room to maneuver. ]