"Mary," Riku says, after he's been silently watching her bowed head, deep in thought, "You know, I didn't like my home very much."
He doesn't try to make her look at him, she'll come around on her own, but somehow that makes it easier to tell her something so personal.
The idea that it might help her feel less alone.
"It was small," Riku explains, "A paradise where nothing really changed. Everything fit together. A perfect puzzle, a place for everything and everyone."
To the heart seeking freedom, that island was a prison surrounded by water.
"Like somebody made a mistake, I didn't fit where I was supposed to. Never really felt like I belonged, except around the two of them. My best friends."
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He doesn't try to make her look at him, she'll come around on her own, but somehow that makes it easier to tell her something so personal.
The idea that it might help her feel less alone.
"It was small," Riku explains, "A paradise where nothing really changed. Everything fit together. A perfect puzzle, a place for everything and everyone."
To the heart seeking freedom, that island was a prison surrounded by water.
"Like somebody made a mistake, I didn't fit where I was supposed to. Never really felt like I belonged, except around the two of them. My best friends."