[ His Majesty-- Mickey, he said if he talked more about what he felt in his heart, if he didn't keep it all bottled up inside all the time, expressed it all, the good and the bad, that he would feel better, that it would get easier. He can see where he's coming from on the good, but the bad parts always made him feel worse, or hollowed out and tired.
Sitting here, trying to encourage someone he admires - has admired, for months - by sharing something personal that seems like it might be relevant, that it might matter somehow... that feels surprisingly good.
Weird, but good, constructive. He doesn't think he'll be making a habit of it, but maybe--
Is that why you left Sora. Took his keyblade.
Riku, whose reserved manner has labeled him "cool" or "inscrutable" to some and probably a "resting bitch face" to others, remains so. The rest is all telegraphed by his eyes, rounding at Soldier under the ragged silver veil of his hair. It's one thing to volunteer information, but to have his past dredged up by someone else like this makes his blood freeze.
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Sitting here, trying to encourage someone he admires - has admired, for months - by sharing something personal that seems like it might be relevant, that it might matter somehow... that feels surprisingly good.
Weird, but good, constructive. He doesn't think he'll be making a habit of it, but maybe--
Is that why you left Sora. Took his keyblade.
Riku, whose reserved manner has labeled him "cool" or "inscrutable" to some and probably a "resting bitch face" to others, remains so. The rest is all telegraphed by his eyes, rounding at Soldier under the ragged silver veil of his hair. It's one thing to volunteer information, but to have his past dredged up by someone else like this makes his blood freeze.
He teeters on the edge of an answer. ]
Did you get that... from one of those stones?