[ Riku would argue he's been richer. He's known the kind of love and forgiveness and belonging that visits precious few in all the worlds he's seen. Sora and Kairi have given him a gift that comes rarely to but the most lucky. Second and third chances, a place where he can be himself, somewhere his wandering heart can call home.
Dawn too, for reminding him that he didn't need to be what others expected him to be, of what a blessing it was to be born with one's own identity, of how hard the fight could be to gain one when none was available before. ]
...Back home, the only gift more lucky's been a star-shaped fruit.
[ Riku says softly, an understated respect for the gift Rosinante had been given. After a moment, Riku reluctantly pulls from his pocket a small wooden carving, made into the shape of a key. ]
From Gene.
[ He spirits it away into a pocket, and that empty hand alights onto Rosinante's shoulder. Given how the man towers over him when standing, it's a simpler matter now that he's crouched with his tablet, but the gesture means the same thing. Silent solidarity. ]
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Dawn too, for reminding him that he didn't need to be what others expected him to be, of what a blessing it was to be born with one's own identity, of how hard the fight could be to gain one when none was available before. ]
...Back home, the only gift more lucky's been a star-shaped fruit.
[ Riku says softly, an understated respect for the gift Rosinante had been given. After a moment, Riku reluctantly pulls from his pocket a small wooden carving, made into the shape of a key. ]
From Gene.
[ He spirits it away into a pocket, and that empty hand alights onto Rosinante's shoulder. Given how the man towers over him when standing, it's a simpler matter now that he's crouched with his tablet, but the gesture means the same thing. Silent solidarity. ]
Mary's safe, right..?