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[ Riku will never win. or learn. he's got a bag of ice pressed against his left eye, lips turned down in a frown. sometimes he hisses if the bag shifts. ]

Only you, Riku. Only you.

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Tell me what I did.

[ won't let him get far.]

[g-glare. walking away now.]

[ so he follows. ]

[and he glares over his shoulder.]

I'm not about to go fuck myself up again, so leave.

[pushing you away is a go.]

It would be nice if you clued me into what you're talking about.

[ clearly not backing down. there is no hooope. ]

It would be nice if you left.

I can't get close to someone like you. Me. Whatever.

[ that hurts more than it should. ]

What's wrong with me?

--you're me.

I look at you and I see myself. I hate myself.

[shakes his head, sucking in a breath.]

So fuck, no, I can't be your friend. What good will it do?

[ turned down, he stands silently, searching for something to say. ]

It can't hurt you.

So you say.

I've... had experience with doubles before.

[he looks so tired now.]

Do you think I'm going to do what they did?

[ slowly closes in, hoping to help. ]

[quiet, silence, his voice is gone. he's staring at his feet and it's a yes.]

I'm not them. I'm different.

[ when he's close enough, he holds out his hand. it's different; very much unlike the infamous offering from when he was fifteen. the hand he offers is warm and welcoming, like an old friend. ]

You can trust me.

[but he's heard those words so many times before, he's tired. there's a glance from seagreen to seagreen, before he sighs and takes his hand.]

... I blame you for whatever happens.

[ grips that hand gently, grasp firm. ]

I will deny nothing.

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