Dear Diary,
How could Riku ask me to do that? Does he just not get it?
Emotions are precious! You can't just discard one because you don't like how it feels. A somebody is made of /all/ of their emotions.
The good. And the Bad.
What did he mean 'the damage he caused'.
I shouldn't poke my nose in where it doesn't belong.
But I guess I'm...curious?
Night had fallen before Namine came out of her room. She had her sketchbook under her arm and a pencil behind her ear as she crept down the hall.
Diz was in the labs, analyzing security footage for clues. The light from that room shone around the door. He barely noticed Namine when she wasn't helping Sora's memory. So her progress went unnoticed.
Riku's door was ajar, the room lit by a dim candle. He seemed to be asleep, but it wasn't sound. The silver haired boy rolled under his covers as the blonde girl approached him.
Her sandals were back in her room. Namine had discovered that bare feet made far less noise in the empty halls of Castle Oblivion. Even the smallest noise echoed a floor away, so silence was her ally there.
Namine sat beside the sleeping boy and inhaled. She was still fuzzy on explaining how, but she could read minds while people slept. To do this, the closer she was the clearer the connection.
Namine brushed a lock of silver hair from Riku's brow before exhaling. It didn't take much at that point. She only realized what a mistake it was as she prepared to dive into his mind. One word escaped his lips.
"Kairi."