"Neither are," Riku unfolds his palm and looks into it. There's dirt that has crept into the creases between his joints and into the texture of his fingerprints, yet his gloves remain pristine as the day he pulled them from the suitcase Master Yen Sid gave him. Enchanted clothes, custom-made for him by the three good fairies, they never wear out except under the darkest onslaughts.

If only their bodies and lanterns were so durable.

"We can come back," he adds, "It's not guaranteed. They need to find your body and your lantern. I think it's both. That's why they say to keep yours close and safe. It's your life."

Quentin says he'll get water, and Riku is after him in a second. After everything, it's a surprise he has that much energy. Not so surprising to Riku himself - when it came to stuff like this, he kept finding ways to draw up a little more to keep him going. To keep fighting and to survive so that he can protect the ones who matter to him the most, and keep a promise made.

"I'll go with you."