I'm not Sora. I'm not friends with everyone I meet nor do I want to be.

[ Still Riku doesn't look to Arden, concentrating instead on swallowing down the ice that he can still feel coiling around his heart. ]

I'm not stupid. I know the tension between Roxas and I and how Sora wants us to be friends... wants you and I to be friends. That's what he wants for everyone he just... doesn't get it. Doesn't get that not everyone has a heart like his. But that's why he's better than so many.

[ Better than him. ]

He doesn't know what it's like to feel like you're not good enough to someone important. To feel replaced or abandoned. Everyone's drawn to him, even the ones who shouldn't be.

[ Not that he's meaning to, but more ice seems to gently seep out from underneath his boots. ]

It doesn't matter what I feel. I'm not a Hero of Light, I'm not even a hero to begin with. That's all Sora, so he deserves everything.

[ A beat. ]

But I can't pretend that I'm fine. Not right now.