KH, loss in victory
Sora misses a parry, and winces as the strange sword cuts into his side, but he ignores it as much as he can and brings his Key up and swings, hard, with all of his anger, and betrayal, and love, and desperation.
The blow connects, and black-clad silver falls back, pain on his face but Sora, though he wishes he could erase that expression, knows very well Riku wouldn’t let him, because Riku considers him his enemy now and Riku never takes pity or comfort or love or aid from his enemies.
And then Riku turns and flees, knowing when he is beaten, but he still has something he needs to do and cannot let himself die, not yet.
Left behind, Sora stares after Riku’s back, and reaches for him, and would have gone after him, but something at the corner of his eyes catches his attention, and he turns.
It is Donald’s cap, knocked off during the fight, and Sora lets his eyes trail to where Donald and Goofy lay, exhausted, and they look up, resolution in their spent bodies, question in their eyes. They would get up if they must, to pursue and back up their Key, their companion, their friend.
Sora looks after the place Riku has gone, wistfulness on his face, steeling his resolve. I won’t catch him in time, he reminds himself, and turns back to help his comrades, his friends.
plotbunnies/quotes/etc | Jac the Tripper | 20 January 2008 |
