[ Much like Arden, Riku sits there in silence but also in exhaustion. He can still hear the words that the other offered him moments before his darkness threatened to take control of the situation and while they hold truth to them, he can't bring himself to really acknowledge them in the moment, fearing that it might stir more emotions deep within and, well, they'd be right back at square one all over again.
But to sit here with Arden... with his replica who he had once defeated, even called a fake... it's strange and not anything that he thought he would experience like this. The fact that Arden even stayed with him like this, offered him help (though he feels for Sora's sake and not so much his own) and tried to reason with him... it's strange and he's not all too sure what to make of it just yet. So, that's why there's silence between them.
At least, until Riku lifts his head a bit. ]
Arden.
[ He says the name softly. ]
Give me your hand.
[ The hand that remains beside him on the ground, palm facing up. ]
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But to sit here with Arden... with his replica who he had once defeated, even called a fake... it's strange and not anything that he thought he would experience like this. The fact that Arden even stayed with him like this, offered him help (though he feels for Sora's sake and not so much his own) and tried to reason with him... it's strange and he's not all too sure what to make of it just yet. So, that's why there's silence between them.
At least, until Riku lifts his head a bit. ]
Arden.
[ He says the name softly. ]
Give me your hand.
[ The hand that remains beside him on the ground, palm facing up. ]