Wish I could prove I love you
It wasn't enough to fight my way to Riku.
I couldn't let him die in that dark place without having told him that I forgive him. I couldn't let go without having said at least once that some of this was my fault too. I didn't want him to be alone in those final black moments. I forgot sometimes that he had King Mickey.
But it wasn't that.
It was that he had looked so brave and so proud when the door closed on him, his hand raised in a quiet gesture of goodbye. The click of the lock was so loud that it silenced any last words he might have had.
That gesture had solidified my will to find him. No matter how weary, no matter how many Heartless I had to kill to get to him, I would do it.
The horrors of the road, the Heartless carcasses piled to the moon, the bleeding and bruising and bandaging that Donald, Goofy and I continued to shuffle through. It would all be ok once I found him, I was certain.
It was strange how my existence was solely composed of killing Heartless, losing hope, finding it again, and continuing this endless journey to save my dearest friend. It was up and down, over and over. Something had to give soon, and I thought that it might very well be me that did the giving.