It wouldn't do very well to let the boy die, now would it? Sure, his older self in all his grand plans and evil schemes would laugh at the thought. 'Let the boy die, it only keeps them all away longer.' He can hear it so clearly in his head as he watches Riku walk along the concrete beam.
"You're interested in what I believe? I have to say, that is surprising." He tilts his head, watching him carefully for any signs that he might fall. ".. I do. I didn't always, of course, but I suppose once someone sees the things I have, they begin to believe in all manner of impossibilities."
At the question, Xeha finally looks down, the streak of headlights below were almost calming. Like staring down at a meteor shower.
"You would. Even if the fall itself didn't do it, I'm sure being turned into roadkill will." Xeha turns his gaze back to Riku, "I can't say it would be quick or even solve your problem. Though, that is your choice to make, isn't it, Riku?"