Riku snorts at that assessment, his thoughts centering on the time when he had known hate, when he had been so angry with Sora, so jealous that it had felt like a knot of black bile in his chest. He had been hateful, then.
He knows he’s still capable of it, and that he hates Ansem and everything he represents from the bottom of his heart (it’s Riku’s own weakness that allowed the Heartless to become a part of him in first place after all). But Xion and Roxas… neither of them had asked for the hands that fate had dealt them. It’s not fair to either of them, really.
In any case, with the memory played out, Riku just shakes his head. Time to be practical.
“There’s got to be a way out of here again.”
Since it isn’t like the memory ball, where he would have found himself back here at the end of the memory… there’s got to be something else they got to do, right?
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He knows he’s still capable of it, and that he hates Ansem and everything he represents from the bottom of his heart (it’s Riku’s own weakness that allowed the Heartless to become a part of him in first place after all). But Xion and Roxas… neither of them had asked for the hands that fate had dealt them. It’s not fair to either of them, really.
In any case, with the memory played out, Riku just shakes his head. Time to be practical.
“There’s got to be a way out of here again.”
Since it isn’t like the memory ball, where he would have found himself back here at the end of the memory… there’s got to be something else they got to do, right?