This was a point when his friends' approaches to things clearly differentiated from his, and it bothered him. It wasn't that he was playing the great self-sacrificing hero, but he wasn't just going to turn around and accept that this was the end of the road. Riku watched Sora out of the corner of his eye. A number of plans popped up in his head, and if he was alone, he could execute them. Or if his friends weren't the way they were, it could happen, as well. It wasn't that he wanted to get frustrated with them for this, but it was happening all the same.

Later, he knew he would see their ways better, but he didn't right now. All the plans were too obvious, too easy—it was all that time of trying to protect himself and fight to live. There was only one time when he thought he would die, and that he walked into it fully aware of the potential consequences. Any other time, he couldn't risk that. If he died, he couldn't protect Sora, he couldn't protect Kairi ...

From where he stood right now, it looked like they thought he'd really dive into doing that again. Did they trust him that little?

But then, they probably had good reason to. Look at everything he'd done.

"But it's just one guy," Riku managed. One guy that was between them and the wall. A three versus one advantage, and all this guy had was a gun. Maybe they weren't as fast, but Riku felt a familiar power brimming inside of him. If he managed to get the guy in the face, he'd probably be stunned long enough ... but he couldn't act yet. His friends might frown on it, and already, his guilt was starting to surge up from the fact that they thought so little of him in a situation like this. They had good reason to.