Not in this case.

But he kept that to himself, mostly because Axel was right and he was just being pigheaded and stubborn. He'd had enough of feeling like a failure for the evening, no matter what Aslan had told him. It just balled into a knot in his stomach, making him regret ever running. At least, if he had died, it would have been for a noble cause. Logic took over, told him that was an even more pigheaded idea than just being a stubborn idiot, and he sighed.

He took the water and had a few long sips to coat his dry throat and he set the glass on the table after Axel set his feet there. He knew Axel was waiting, knew he could just as easily outlast Riku at a time like this. Grumbling about it wouldn't help. He lifted a hand and gingerly touched the back of his own shoulder with it, running a finger over the misshapen line beneath the fabric of his vest. "Master Xehanort is alive and has been in the city for some time," he began, because that was probably the easiest place to start. "We fought because I tried to kill Xigbar and Xemnas."