The rattle seems to pull him out of his thoughts. He remembers the sound from the first aid kit he brought off the ferry and delivered to the church, can guess it's something like those little plastic bottles full of mild painkillers and antibiotics. Riku knows how in short supply medicine and medical supplies are, even more so now that the ferry is gone. And so few of them who know how to use them properly.

Again, Bruce is opening his hands when all Riku had given him was his closed fist, broken bones and broken skin.

Minutes earlier, Riku had come back to himself ready to find a way to end it and maybe take him down with him, he wouldn't call what he feels optimism, but he does feel like Bruce has added days to the future when Riku had only moments to hold. Sora. Had Sora not really been there at all? Riku's heart doesn't have a sense of certainty that he wasn't there... and about as much of a lack of certainty that he was.

Bruce is doing this because he said he wanted him to get better. If his story is true, then what he did was selflessly save a stranger's life, no matter how much it hurt him. Riku, he realizes, is a little done with fighting Bruce. Sora would have believed in him, which makes the choice a little easier.

He takes the medicine, and the swallow of water that ushers them down his throat.

"...Thanks. I know how tight supplies are."