[ She's lost so much in a few short years. The sacrifice, the loss she experienced is no small thing. It's an aching hole in her heart, her ability to carry on in spite of it a testament to her strength.

Riku spent his time apart, thinking he could protect those most important to him by maintaining his distance. Now? It feels like time wasted, because now he has nothing and no one. Just a promise to keep going in the hopes that his last remaining bastion might use him as the beacon, the lighthouse to guide him here. ]

It's hard.

[ An understatement. Riku keeps watching those receding lights. ]

Being different. Until you find the people who accept you, who see you as who you are, whatever the face you wear.

I'm sorry you were separated from them.