[ Riku comes to stop at his door, gently pushing it open but not yet stepping inside the room. The bed looks... just as he left it, not even really looking as though he's been in it at all. But it's there and it's comfortable and his body is aching to be in it with his head on the pillow.
And yet... he finds himself standing there, back to Arden, fingers gently clutching at the door frame. ]
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And yet... he finds himself standing there, back to Arden, fingers gently clutching at the door frame. ]
Sora was right about you.
[ He says the words softly. ]
You're different.
[ A beat. ]
Thank you, Arden.