"Yeah," Riku mumbles, his voice full of shame. Shame at what he's done, and regret at the fact she can somehow understand - he doesn't want her to have experienced so much that she can. "At any cost."

Do it. Riku looks deep into those yellow, yellow eyes. Do whatever you have to do. I don't care anymore.

The gloved hand is pulled away from his chest, but as if it's grabbed onto something - and it has. The man is slowly pulling out a dark, dark keyblade, and Riku makes a pained sound, falling to his hands and knees when it's out. He looks up at the man, sweat on his brow and a certain emptiness in his heart.

The keyhole is waiting for you. The man holds out the blade. Take it.