"One of the men living here sold out his home and his soul for power.â
Riku knows, has been told by Sora, Kairi, even Mickey, that he has come a long way since the start of their adventure. He knows, because he has felt it in himself, too, when he reflects on how he used to be and compares it to how he is now.
He doesn't think that sentences like that will ever stop settling a ball of dread in his chest, though ; even if the weight of it does lessen slightly over time.
Is all he says for a while, letting the information and the following add-ons settle with the stone - Shinjuku, he notes, a place definitely unfamiliar in name even beyond its wasteland terrain.
He doesn't know if that's better or not ; maybe it is, so he doesn't have any partiality to this place from before it had been destroyed, like his Island.
Either way, the destruction of any world, even just a part of one, was a tragic thing.
âHow did you even get in here, anyway? Those outside of the Game shouldnât even be able to remember this place, never mind step inside.â
Riku always hated this part of the discussion, actually.
Maintaining World Order always has him biting his tongue, clacking his teeth shut, something of that nature, while he tries to think of what to say - some don't notice, others do, but even the ones that do are usually fine to let it slide if his explanation makes sense, or if he's vague enough to give the impression that he's escaping from something else.
He says, eventually - makes note of the word 'Game', because while it's not familiar, it feels important, like it tickles at something in the back of his mind, somehow, and he's not sure why,
"i'm... looking for a friend of mine."
An understatement, really.
"Sometimes I end up in places I'm not supposed to."
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