irony, irony, irony.
It was all around him.
It was Kairi being consumed by the sea - her namesake, the very thing that had carried her to this little islet in the vast expanse of the cosmos.
It was Riku being buried alive, which he was - he had to have been, of course, because he was in that coffin now and Riku can't die, because he's just Riku, right?
He was in that coffin, next to that cross for Kairi, and she wasn't buried alive; but she was out in the sea, and oh god she's been out there so long but she can't die because she's just Kairi, right?
Sometimes he saw himself ironically too; he saw himself being swallowed up by the sky, which was strange because in that dream he'd had so many times he was falling out of the sky and he wondered maybe if that was symbolic to everything falling from its proper place. He fell from the sky, Kairi washed up from the sea, and Riku left the soil of this planet.
But now they were back where they belonged, right?
Except him.
He should return to that sky, soon.
The earth and the sea were probably getting lonely.