[Later, Riku will replay this moment and think about the emotion he sees in Xemnas' eyes, in the way he moves, and he'll begin to wonder why he had always just assumed the man had no heart. If he had hoped that Roxas, Namine, and Axel all had them, then why wouldn't Xemnas himself? The raw emotion he sees flit across the Superior's face should be enough of an indicator that it's always been there, just beneath the surface.
But right now, he doesn't care about emotions. His own are raging within him, his anger at war with his sense of duty, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep himself from potentially throwing his blade into Xemnas' chest.
It's that hesitation, of course, that distracts him from realizing that there's a fourth occupant in the room.
Xehanort's darkness doesn't even register until it's too late; Riku turns only in time to see the desk block his vision before it hits him, slamming him backwards and into the wall. He doesn't even have the time to cry out before he drops and hits the desk itself as it drops to the ground. Stunned, he nearly even loses his grip on his Keyblade.
Through a haze of pain, he tries to get back up, blinking at the man in the dark coat.]
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But right now, he doesn't care about emotions. His own are raging within him, his anger at war with his sense of duty, and it takes every ounce of willpower to keep himself from potentially throwing his blade into Xemnas' chest.
It's that hesitation, of course, that distracts him from realizing that there's a fourth occupant in the room.
Xehanort's darkness doesn't even register until it's too late; Riku turns only in time to see the desk block his vision before it hits him, slamming him backwards and into the wall. He doesn't even have the time to cry out before he drops and hits the desk itself as it drops to the ground. Stunned, he nearly even loses his grip on his Keyblade.
Through a haze of pain, he tries to get back up, blinking at the man in the dark coat.]