Roxas is willing to listen to what even Riku has to say, but just like Sora's talk of multiple Xehanorts and the χ-blade, but some of it goes over his head, and it shows on his face. The lack of detail is both confusing and a favor, in a way; after the day he's had, he needs time and rest to be able to process everything.
But he gets the gist of it. More importantly, he doesn't get lost in thought trying to sort it all out; he's alert and meeting Riku's eyes when Riku apologizes.
For a long moment, he's quiet. What can he say to that? What does he want to say?
"I would have found him eventually," he says. "Even if it wasn't for the reason you wanted me to. And even if I didn't know exactly why I was looking. Everything that happened—none of it was necessary." Because he's pretty sure that sheer proximity would have done the trick, no matter how unwilling he was; he'd have faded, and Sora would have woken up. But a lot of pain along the way could have been avoided. He takes a shaky breath, and exhales a little steadier. "But...thanks. I guess that's nice to hear."
It doesn't even come close to undoing the harm that was done. No matter how much perspective Roxas has about why the worlds needed Sora, that mix of rage and grief and sorrow is still there, firmly lodged in his heart. But Riku apologizing of his own volition, without Sora prodding him in the background because he cares so much about everyone connected to him...it does make a difference. He can feel something inside of him begin to untwist.
"I knew Sora was asleep. I met him there, in the dream," he adds after a second. "And then I found him right away here—he explained some of what happened, sort of. As near as we can tell, the Natha split us in two again." He holds up his index fingers next to each other and flicks them apart, as if Riku really needs the visual aid. "Before that, though, it wasn't like I was watching everything from inside his heart—it's more like I was one the one dreaming." His brow furrows as he tries to recall more of that time. "I remember...your presence, maybe? Feeling like you were nearby. But that's all."
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But he gets the gist of it. More importantly, he doesn't get lost in thought trying to sort it all out; he's alert and meeting Riku's eyes when Riku apologizes.
For a long moment, he's quiet. What can he say to that? What does he want to say?
"I would have found him eventually," he says. "Even if it wasn't for the reason you wanted me to. And even if I didn't know exactly why I was looking. Everything that happened—none of it was necessary." Because he's pretty sure that sheer proximity would have done the trick, no matter how unwilling he was; he'd have faded, and Sora would have woken up. But a lot of pain along the way could have been avoided. He takes a shaky breath, and exhales a little steadier. "But...thanks. I guess that's nice to hear."
It doesn't even come close to undoing the harm that was done. No matter how much perspective Roxas has about why the worlds needed Sora, that mix of rage and grief and sorrow is still there, firmly lodged in his heart. But Riku apologizing of his own volition, without Sora prodding him in the background because he cares so much about everyone connected to him...it does make a difference. He can feel something inside of him begin to untwist.
"I knew Sora was asleep. I met him there, in the dream," he adds after a second. "And then I found him right away here—he explained some of what happened, sort of. As near as we can tell, the Natha split us in two again." He holds up his index fingers next to each other and flicks them apart, as if Riku really needs the visual aid. "Before that, though, it wasn't like I was watching everything from inside his heart—it's more like I was one the one dreaming." His brow furrows as he tries to recall more of that time. "I remember...your presence, maybe? Feeling like you were nearby. But that's all."