"Someone convinced you about all these awful things." (x)
Riku snorted, averting his eyes. "Didn't take any convincing, it was all true." He recognized the bitterness in his tone, didn't really want it to be there, but--
The sigh as he dragged a hand through his hair was sharp and irritated, directed only at himself. Hands very carefully both lowered and kept to his sides again, those thoughts were still there, always. Guilt, disgust; how easily he'd been tricked and utilized, how his own desires and emotions had been used and then used against him. There would always be anger at himself.
But. Glancing back, he admitted, "I guess someone convinced me that it was never too late to regain what was lost, too. That what's in your heart matters." Silly, sappy, ridiculous. Save that he'd come to believe it and see proof for himself.
