[Riku pushes his anger down enough to let him speak and to keep silent as he does so. He watches Xemnas rise before he glances back at the Freeshooter only once. He's not moving, but that darkness is still present. He can feel it in the air.
He turns back to Xemnas.]
No. [A pause.] ...No, I hadn't seen this before.
[But hadn't he? When Sora complained of Ansem disturbing his darkness, hurting him, twisting him... He remembered Sora smelled different then.
This, however, was nothing he could have predicted. His own failing. Whether he hadn't paid attention at the time or his scent was masked by something... He's not sure. It doesn't matter. He should have sensed it long before now and acted on it.]
But why? How can it be the same? How long has he had this darkness?
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He turns back to Xemnas.]
No. [A pause.] ...No, I hadn't seen this before.
[But hadn't he? When Sora complained of Ansem disturbing his darkness, hurting him, twisting him... He remembered Sora smelled different then.
This, however, was nothing he could have predicted. His own failing. Whether he hadn't paid attention at the time or his scent was masked by something... He's not sure. It doesn't matter. He should have sensed it long before now and acted on it.]
But why? How can it be the same? How long has he had this darkness?