[ He says this with vehemence, shrugging off Riku's affection physically, and not without the parting jab of putting a hand on his ribs to actual push distance between them.
But interest sharpens him again at mention of the Junkyard, and while he knows that isn't the point of this, the familiarity is still there. That junkyard dog. ]
How many more people do you idiots want along for this? The bigger the group the more attention we'll draw.
[ Riku huffs an amused noise when Vanitas pushes at him, but sobers a moment later. ]
Four is plenty. Who wants to ask Rastus for a few torches? Two should probably do it.
[ Sewer tunnels will be dark, and Riku doesn't want them encumbered unnecessarily. ]
With another bike, we can get there quickly.
[ Quickly is up for debate - the bikes don't have headlights. Well... except for Riku's, which appears to be effective, and powered by the lantern inserted into its casing. ]
I don't want any uninvited guests coming along. [ he knows he went from "whatever" to having an opinion, but is it really changing your mind if that was your underlying opinion the whole time? last thing he wanted was a crowd of people who could... or could not be wastes of space.
anyway, he pulls his tablet from his jacket, firing off a quick message to peter.]
If he can make it, I'll tell him to meet us on the south side of town.
Should know in a few minutes. Anyway, you two can go grab the bike, since you've already got it. I'll grab the torches.
Long story. The short version is I screwed up. Cost me everything. My friends, my home. I lost control of myself. My friends put me back on the right path. There was a war to win, and then we ended up here.
I don’t mean this as flippantly as it’s probably going to sound but: if your friends put you back on the right track, you probably didn’t do as good a job at losing them in the first place as you think.
I'm going to be honest: I'm torn between taking that as a compliment and as an insult, so for the sake of my ego, I'm taking it as a compliment, and...
You absolutely know that wasn't the grander point I was making there.
Well, when a guy discovers he's been asleep pretty solidly for two weeks and a whole host of other people have had to protect him, he might feel a little thrown by the entire experience...
Something about bad memories and nightmares? You know how it is.
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