He's being addressed and that stops Riku in mid-limping stride. For a moment he considers just leaving, too tired now that the adrenaline has started to run its course, leaving him with a body full of aches and pains and that vaguely jittery fatigue lingering in his limbs. He should rest.

Should, but he knows himself better than that, when he still wants to storm off after Vanitas and make him eat the word coward. See how that tastes along with the blood between his teeth. But he's not doing that.

"Neither am I," he admits, turning to look at the other boy. "Couldn't tell you what his deal is. The only one who could is- ...gone. Sorry I roughed you up."