[ he'd never had anything to lose. nothing was his to begin with: his heart, his memories, his body — all of it was fabricated or borrowed, and he'd given all of that up for naminé. he doesn't have anything left to give except for the time he has, this new physical body that is his and isn't; but he'd give it up again if he could, because this is what he knows best, how to break and be broken.
sora had taken his hand that day, and he'd foolishly let it go. ]
I'm going with you. [ he grips riku's back with his free hand, twisting the fabric between his fingers tight enough to leave lasting wrinkles in the material. his eyes burn behind his eyelids and he presses his face harder into riku's shoulder. ] I don't care what you say.
[ because he's two for two now, and if dying is all he's good for, then he may as well do it again for sora. ]
[ Permitting this could doom Dawn along with him. Riku suspects leaving him alone would be a doom more certain, knowing what loneliness does to them both. It's not some insignificant gesture, that Dawn leans into him, that he holds on and holds on tight and says he's coming, leaves him no room to argue.
They keep losing Kairi. No more, if Riku had to guess, that was probably the thought crowding out all the rest, the thing that would spur Sora into recklessly charging off into the dark. That he didn't want to lose her, not again.
Sora so easily insinuates himself into a person's heart, no matter what walls he puts up, whatever he dons as armor to protect the parts of him that are vulnerable. Dawn's not immune to Sora's talent for getting through to a heart, but the darker side of that coin is the fear of losing.
His palm covers over Dawn's nape, a tightening of his fingers is the sort of clasp he hopes is some comfort, then he shifts it to cup one of his shoulders. Riku doesn't bother telling him it'll be okay. ]
Grab whatever you think we'll need. The sooner we leave, the better.
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sora had taken his hand that day, and he'd foolishly let it go. ]
I'm going with you. [ he grips riku's back with his free hand, twisting the fabric between his fingers tight enough to leave lasting wrinkles in the material. his eyes burn behind his eyelids and he presses his face harder into riku's shoulder. ] I don't care what you say.
[ because he's two for two now, and if dying is all he's good for, then he may as well do it again for sora. ]
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They keep losing Kairi. No more, if Riku had to guess, that was probably the thought crowding out all the rest, the thing that would spur Sora into recklessly charging off into the dark. That he didn't want to lose her, not again.
Sora so easily insinuates himself into a person's heart, no matter what walls he puts up, whatever he dons as armor to protect the parts of him that are vulnerable. Dawn's not immune to Sora's talent for getting through to a heart, but the darker side of that coin is the fear of losing.
His palm covers over Dawn's nape, a tightening of his fingers is the sort of clasp he hopes is some comfort, then he shifts it to cup one of his shoulders. Riku doesn't bother telling him it'll be okay. ]
Grab whatever you think we'll need. The sooner we leave, the better.