The Winner
Gazing at Riku from across the room, Sora felt like crying. This wasn't the old Riku, the too-cool-for-you Riku, the Riku who could beat him right across Destiny Islands and just shrug it off. Gone was Riku the adventurer, Riku the philosophical, Riku the dreamer.
Riku, his best friend.
As the lights of the Hollow Bastion keyhole played upon them both, Sora knew that they would have to fight. It wouldn't be one of the spars that they had had regularly, where Riku would always win, no matter how hard Sora tried. Riku was gone.
And with a painful jolt, Sora realized that this Riku could kill him.
This fight wouldn't be like the games of the past; it was a whole new game, one that Sora had no idea how to play. Whether he played by the rules or not, Riku would do anything to beat him.
Sora knew that this time, he had to be the winner.
