And I would say you’re right, if not for the fact that he’s already told me, in wide swaths of generalities, what will happen in the future. It is the smaller details that he refuses to share.
In which case, one must ask what’s the point? Either you share all or you share nothing — you do not act so inconsiderate as to harrow someone’s mind with questions and endless “what if’s”.
It’s thoughtless of him, but only to be expected at this point.
Yeah. It's not normal for us to be removed from it, but we'll find a way back and help everyone out. And if people disappear and don't go home—I'm pretty sure Sora and I have a power that can help there, too.
[This is optimism. The reality is that being away from his power devastates him in a way that he doesn't like. Riku then feels guilty about that devastation, creating a nasty, unhealthy cycle for himself.]
[he snickers to himself, but his intentions are true and not aimed at any sort of disrespect or insult.]
It's worth a shot. If only it didn't feel like there's something bigger at play. [back home—back in eos—the astrals seemed to be the ones moving the chess pieces at their whim] We'll just have to look after each other and keep our heads held high, right?
[grinning at riku, he half-shrugs.]
That means not taking the bait when Ardyn tries to get to you.
it sounds to me like you're setting yourself up for failure already
have you tried buttering him up? maybe don't try to say nice things if you'd never do that lol from the sounds of it but you like poetry isn't there something your bro likes?
[gladio likes a good, gourmet cup noodle, ignis likes sharp knives, iris has a thing for patterned shirts, and even cindy would soften her financial-shark brain when presented with vintage, luxury car goods.]
I appreciate the attempt, but it'll take more than pizza and a female server to close the distance between us. I'd rather you not worry about it for my sake.
Now that I know how he works, I won't let him get in our way. [It's as simple as that. If Ardyn decides to get in their ways, then he'll stop him. If he doesn't, then he won't need to worry about that. But now, there's no way that Ardyn can cause problems the way he could before. Sora's eyes are open, and so are Riku's.]
The rest—I'm not sure if you can call us heroes. We just have powers that can help out. [A beat.] Once we get them back, that is. They can't be gone for good, right?
As a normal dude with the superpower of overthinking and sometimes doing maths quickly, I don't really got a horse in this race. But—I hope you guys who do do get your powers back. [a casual pause as he puts his hands on his knees and gets up off the couch] M'roommate says his powers are represented by the tattoos on his skin. He's still got the tattoos, so it's not like they're gone. Just locked away, dormant.
His words, anyway.
[all these cool people with powers in his midst...]
[he goes around the couch and skips on towards the fridge, where he pulls out a blue drink in a transparent pouch. he tosses it on over to riku.]
—keep hydrated, yeah? And not to be the optimistic village idiot, but I'm sure things will work out for all of us in the end.
well, yeah... hopefully you'll find a way to get through to him if you ever need a sounding board some other time, i have two ears and the internet glued to my brain
[six years? that is a lot of time. had anything changed? clarke sounded exactly the same through text, but he can't imagine any of the actual changes she's been through in such a time.]
[—and then, unexpectedly, an apology.]
[he's quiet for a moment, sending nothing through the neural implant, before considering his words.]
hey, it happens. nothing like a bit of friendly fire between friends, right? we've uh been outside two more times since, by the way
there's a lot you need to catch up on over here huh
Don't worry about that. Sora's already taken up that gig. [Look, Sora isn't here to defend himself, but there's such warmth in Riku's voice as he says it that he seems to not mean it as an insult. It's definitely an insult. It's just an insult meant for someone he loves and cares about above anyone else in the world.
He opens up the pouch, standing up at the same time. His free hand comes to his chest while he pours the liquid in, swallowing it.]
But I think you're both right. I can still feel my keyblade. It's just far away. That hasn't left me, so once it's time—we'll make it happen.
Yeah, I'm working on the catching up. I can't believe the people who died during our first accident were taken. By which I mean I can believe it, and it strikes a really, really bad note with me.
[It also tells her that whoever did it isn't the person who's been releasing them. Those injuries wouldn't take nearly six months to repair.]
Things back home are rough. But there's a lot of good, too.
[The truth on both notes. Clarke may be six years older, but she won't lie to Prompto again.]
Truthfully, I'd prefer to tell you the rest in person. Are you busy?
[it's good knowing riku, for a number of reasons. prompto can't help feeling that riku's demeanor resembles noctis quite a bit—and while that idea alone makes him feel nostalgic and throws him into a melancholic spiral, it's somehow nice and refreshing.]
[he'll get there, one day, to where he will see his friends again.]
[but wait, keyblade?]
—okay, hold up. I kept joking about this back home, but is a keyblade a ... sword that is a key and opens pretty much any door?
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