The very second that he feels this re-imagined facsimile of Xehanort's eyes fall on him, Riku can guess what he'll do. It's the same thing he's always done. Tried to turn friend against friend, sibling-in-arms against sibling-in-arms. He knows now, because of stories told, because of how those stories made their way into Jiminy's journal, he knows Xehanort pitted Master Aqua and Terra and Ventus against each other.
That he'll isolate and hurt Vanitas, the way Ansem, the seeker of darkness, sought to isolate and control him. That putrid apple doesn't fall far from this withered tree. Dream or not, Xehanort is the same.
This doesn't make Riku eager to clash Keyblades with Vanitas.
"But he was wrong, Vanitas!"
Perhaps he calls out in vain. When it comes to a reimagining of a world, or a thought, or a memory, it's never as easy as simply speaking a subjective truth. What Riku believes, what Vanitas believes, these concepts battle it out until they find one victor to declare what history is.
Same as the rest of mankind.
"Think about it! Has Sora ever met every expectation you were taught? What about me? What about Bruce?"
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That he'll isolate and hurt Vanitas, the way Ansem, the seeker of darkness, sought to isolate and control him. That putrid apple doesn't fall far from this withered tree. Dream or not, Xehanort is the same.
This doesn't make Riku eager to clash Keyblades with Vanitas.
"But he was wrong, Vanitas!"
Perhaps he calls out in vain. When it comes to a reimagining of a world, or a thought, or a memory, it's never as easy as simply speaking a subjective truth. What Riku believes, what Vanitas believes, these concepts battle it out until they find one victor to declare what history is.
Same as the rest of mankind.
"Think about it! Has Sora ever met every expectation you were taught? What about me? What about Bruce?"