I'll think about it, alright? [Better than Dr. Muraki, that's for sure. :|
Not adorable; what are you talking about. And stop calling me that! And... wait. Key-shaped-- A full-fledged Keyblade?!
His eyes widen as he glances down to the sword in his hand. Does his heart really have the strength to wield- No; he already knows that answer, but does he have the right to wield one and call it his... If this boy's word could be believed, along with Demyx's antics, then...
The emotions he pushed aside in his hell began surfacing once more; the worry for Sora and the relief from finding out from others here that he does, in fact, wake up even after just prior to arriving here that the progress in restoring his memories have come to a complete halt... Anxiety from hearing Xion being here, that she's from a point in which she doesn't know, and Axel doesn't want her to be told any more than he wants to spill it after hearing what's happened. Confusion caused by all of this and getting along with two people from the same Organization that tried to kill him multiple times...
But that's all if Joshua's words can be trusted, and right now he hasn't given him any reason to trust him, yet. But the way he said it... Only those who knew Sora would know that, and allies of either of them alone would understand the significance of such a thing. It causes Riku's train of thought to cease and just... reach out, hoping beyond all hope that those words are true.
It's all he can do to fall apart right then and there, and what keeps him from doing so in the first place is that if he let himself fall apart... would he want to pick the pieces up again? Still, that faint spark of hope was given, along with the knowledge of Sora awakening at some point. Not that it's been offered, his heart is clinging to that and praying it's true no matter what; even if it's just a lie. He would make it true. Somehow.
'Thank you, Joshua.'
For a while he doesn't trust his voice--what if it cracks from the weight of this multitude; shattered from the floodgates opening up?--but eventually, that tiny bit of doubt is whispered.] If you know what it looks like... then what's it called?
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Not adorable; what are you talking about. And stop calling me that!And... wait. Key-shaped-- A full-fledged Keyblade?!His eyes widen as he glances down to the sword in his hand. Does his heart really have the strength to wield- No; he already knows that answer, but does he have the right to wield one and call it his... If this boy's word could be believed, along with Demyx's antics, then...
The emotions he pushed aside in his hell began surfacing once more; the worry for Sora and the relief from finding out from others here that he does, in fact, wake up even after just prior to arriving here that the progress in restoring his memories have come to a complete halt... Anxiety from hearing Xion being here, that she's from a point in which she doesn't know, and Axel doesn't want her to be told any more than he wants to spill it after hearing what's happened. Confusion caused by all of this and getting along with two people from the same Organization that tried to kill him multiple times...
But that's all if Joshua's words can be trusted, and right now he hasn't given him any reason to trust him, yet. But the way he said it... Only those who knew Sora would know that, and allies of either of them alone would understand the significance of such a thing. It causes Riku's train of thought to cease and just... reach out, hoping beyond all hope that those words are true.
It's all he can do to fall apart right then and there, and what keeps him from doing so in the first place is that if he let himself fall apart... would he want to pick the pieces up again? Still, that faint spark of hope was given, along with the knowledge of Sora awakening at some point. Not that it's been offered, his heart is clinging to that and praying it's true no matter what; even if it's just a lie. He would make it true. Somehow.
'Thank you, Joshua.'
For a while he doesn't trust his voice--what if it cracks from the weight of this multitude; shattered from the floodgates opening up?--but eventually, that tiny bit of doubt is whispered.] If you know what it looks like... then what's it called?