Riku's not looking at the door, not directly, so when he sees the silhouette out of the corner of his eyes he feels his heart skip a sick lurch. It's why his eyes are at first wide when he chases that glimpse with a turn of his head, why his expression shutters in recognition, resigned disappointment. They're gone, Kairi, Sora, Dawn and Daylight... it's like a bad joke, that out of the lot it's the two who embraced Darkness that remain.

Seems a near thing, too; judging from the damaged breastplate, by the glimpse of freshly-mended skin beneath, he would've joined the rest of the corpses littering the ground had he been a little less armed to the teeth.

He hadn't seen a point to toweling off his hair, and the damp that had dripped from it has darkened his shirt around the shoulders, in a triangle over his sternum. He hadn't felt like doing much of anything, but Five's blood was drying on him, a sticky reminder of how his magic had so failed them.

Vanitas approaches and Riku exhales, squaring his shoulders like he anticipates this getting physical from the start, but Vanitas stops, and that makes Riku curious.

"The lighthouse keeper? Yeah," because who else could he mean? Not Kairi, why would he care about Kairi? "Not up close. Something tells me you're not her type," he says, flicking a hand through his damp fringe.