[ Well, now that he has Arden's attention... what exactly does he say? He hadn't really thought this through, the outburst pure emotion rather than a logical tactic to dissuade the other from slinking off into the shadows and so... now he's at a loss for what to do, what to say, what's even supposed to happen next.
But despite their differences, despite the fact that Arden has forged an identity for himself here within this world... could he understand? Does he understand what he feels? They're not connected through their hearts to each other and not as though Arden had been asleep in his heart as Ventus had been with Sora. They've fought, Riku even defeating him, and yet... they're alike, aren't they?
To clearly say what troubles him... it's always been difficult for Riku to do- stubborn and liable to swallow down those thoughts and feelings rather than reveal how weak and pathetic he is for feeling this way, even if he feels justified in those feelings... he did back then, didn't he?
Even as he tries to find the words, he can feel the ice spreading within his chest and wrapping tightly around his heart. Because to acknowledge this... to admit that's what he's feeling... it's getting him worked up and allowing the ice he's been swallowing down to become real and not just a metaphor. ]
Sora doesn't need me and I don't care what you say- he doesn't. He wants me there when no one else does but he doesn't need me.
[ Gently, at the tip of his boot, ice begins to form, as if trying to freeze him in place. ]
He has someone... [ And to say that he doesn't say that bitterly would be a lie, especially with the puffs of cold that come from his lips. ] ...and I should be happy for him but I'm not. I'm angry and I'm upset and I feel replaced and I know I shouldn't but I do.
[ He coughs, no shards of ice spilling from his mouth... for now. ]
I can't be around that because every time I am I can't breathe and it's worse than trying to fight the darkness within my heart.
[ Worse because it actually hurts to pretend that it doesn't. ]
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But despite their differences, despite the fact that Arden has forged an identity for himself here within this world... could he understand? Does he understand what he feels? They're not connected through their hearts to each other and not as though Arden had been asleep in his heart as Ventus had been with Sora. They've fought, Riku even defeating him, and yet... they're alike, aren't they?
To clearly say what troubles him... it's always been difficult for Riku to do- stubborn and liable to swallow down those thoughts and feelings rather than reveal how weak and pathetic he is for feeling this way, even if he feels justified in those feelings... he did back then, didn't he?
Even as he tries to find the words, he can feel the ice spreading within his chest and wrapping tightly around his heart. Because to acknowledge this... to admit that's what he's feeling... it's getting him worked up and allowing the ice he's been swallowing down to become real and not just a metaphor. ]
Sora doesn't need me and I don't care what you say- he doesn't. He wants me there when no one else does but he doesn't need me.
[ Gently, at the tip of his boot, ice begins to form, as if trying to freeze him in place. ]
He has someone... [ And to say that he doesn't say that bitterly would be a lie, especially with the puffs of cold that come from his lips. ] ...and I should be happy for him but I'm not. I'm angry and I'm upset and I feel replaced and I know I shouldn't but I do.
[ He coughs, no shards of ice spilling from his mouth... for now. ]
I can't be around that because every time I am I can't breathe and it's worse than trying to fight the darkness within my heart.
[ Worse because it actually hurts to pretend that it doesn't. ]