[ Under any other circumstances, maybe some part of him would actually be impressed by this sheer level of stubbornness. Maybe. Not like he's in the mindset to actually decide that, right now.
No, if anything, he's too angry and determined to see this through to the end. Riku's end - not his own. No, he's going to make it through this, and get that wish. No more of that pain. No endless suffering like every single day has proven to be. It's one life in exchange for putting a stop to all of it. And it's the life of someone he- couldn't care less about! Not the opinions of, the words of... Nothing.
He doesn't care - he can't care.
Just like he can't afford to get caught beyond that punch to his gut, which does have his breath caught. He grits his teeth, smirking widely. He quickly pulls back, grip fiercely tightened on that knife as though it's his lifeline (and, it kind of is, all things considered), and then he moves to kick Riku as hard as he can, aiming to knock him to the floor. ]
Oh, please... [ he's panting softly now ] That's nothing on what every day's felt like.
[ But, does he sound like he expects Riku to give a crap? Not even a little. Because he doesn't expect him to.
Because Riku shouldn't.
And, as soon as he has an opening, he's making his own mad dash... for the door. ]
[ Riku grits his teeth as he falls hard to the floor, and he hears Vanitas' words, which make him wonder exactly what 'every day felt like'. But the thought is dashed because the situation, quite frankly, has already gone so sour so entertaining what-ifs isn't something that he has the luxury of doing.
He'll force himself to head towards the door after getting up, locking it tight.
His breaths are coming out quickly, and he still doesn't know if he's going to make it. But he's sure he won't have Vanitas in his room anymore.
The light-haired male wonders, against his own will if Sora would've been able to convince Vanitas to stop trying to kill him, and for a minute he smiles bitterly. Yeah, he's always been better at him with this kind of thing.
He misses Sora...he misses him so much. Before he realizes what he's doing, he's raising his bloodied hand to the door to write an "S", followed by a "O", and then lastly, his hand just doesn't quite make the "R" good enough, a line going down because his hand is too unsteady. But, he murmurs Sora's name once outloud.
Then, Riku shifts to have his back to what he wrote and begins to clumsily take off his jacket, despite feeling like he's about to slip away into unconsciousness. ]
[ Oh, he figured that door would be getting locked - especially since it's closed and he doesn't hear it open or even see a bloody trail headed out of it? Namely whenever he peeks out of his room after grabbing the gun?
So, that leaves just one option.
He's quickly moving out the window of his room, right on over to Riku's. Quickly as he can manage, he's working to open the other Keyblade wielder's window so he can slip inside. And the first thing out of his mouth is a mocking: ]
Fingerpainting, now? [ okay, time to try remembering what the heck he learned in such a short period of time ] Heh... You thought I'd just leave it at that...
[ It's all said regardless of whether or not Riku's conscious enough to listen. He's walking over, pointing the gun right at Riku's head. ]
Pathetic...
[ But, his expression and tone don't make it clear who he's really talking to, at this point. There's no smirk, no grin... Just something edging towards emptiness now, really. ]
Guess you can die knowing you made this a huge headache for me.
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No, if anything, he's too angry and determined to see this through to the end. Riku's end - not his own. No, he's going to make it through this, and get that wish. No more of that pain. No endless suffering like every single day has proven to be. It's one life in exchange for putting a stop to all of it. And it's the life of someone he- couldn't care less about! Not the opinions of, the words of... Nothing.
He doesn't care - he can't care.
Just like he can't afford to get caught beyond that punch to his gut, which does have his breath caught. He grits his teeth, smirking widely. He quickly pulls back, grip fiercely tightened on that knife as though it's his lifeline (and, it kind of is, all things considered), and then he moves to kick Riku as hard as he can, aiming to knock him to the floor. ]
Oh, please... [ he's panting softly now ] That's nothing on what every day's felt like.
[ But, does he sound like he expects Riku to give a crap? Not even a little. Because he doesn't expect him to.
Because Riku shouldn't.
And, as soon as he has an opening, he's making his own mad dash... for the door. ]
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He'll force himself to head towards the door after getting up, locking it tight.
His breaths are coming out quickly, and he still doesn't know if he's going to make it. But he's sure he won't have Vanitas in his room anymore.
The light-haired male wonders, against his own will if Sora would've been able to convince Vanitas to stop trying to kill him, and for a minute he smiles bitterly. Yeah, he's always been better at him with this kind of thing.
He misses Sora...he misses him so much. Before he realizes what he's doing, he's raising his bloodied hand to the door to write an "S", followed by a "O", and then lastly, his hand just doesn't quite make the "R" good enough, a line going down because his hand is too unsteady. But, he murmurs Sora's name once outloud.
Then, Riku shifts to have his back to what he wrote and begins to clumsily take off his jacket, despite feeling like he's about to slip away into unconsciousness. ]
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So, that leaves just one option.
He's quickly moving out the window of his room, right on over to Riku's. Quickly as he can manage, he's working to open the other Keyblade wielder's window so he can slip inside. And the first thing out of his mouth is a mocking: ]
Fingerpainting, now? [ okay, time to try remembering what the heck he learned in such a short period of time ] Heh... You thought I'd just leave it at that...
[ It's all said regardless of whether or not Riku's conscious enough to listen. He's walking over, pointing the gun right at Riku's head. ]
Pathetic...
[ But, his expression and tone don't make it clear who he's really talking to, at this point. There's no smirk, no grin... Just something edging towards emptiness now, really. ]
Guess you can die knowing you made this a huge headache for me.
[ That's the last thing he'll be saying to Riku.
Bang. ]