"It's just day three," he responded. Riku felt more at ease with a self-professed friend of Sora's. Though Sora had met up with some idiots in this place, he didn't think they were bad idiots. Just idiots. There was a difference. Those guys in the club just didn't know how to handle things in the correct way, but it wasn't like they weren't trying to help. Even he realized that. Sora himself hadn't always made the right choices, but most times, he made it out okay—or a certain definition of okay. His time in Castle Oblivion and the muddled results contradicted that quite a bit.

"Nothing to write home about," he added. His posture took a turn for the worse again as he slouched. "Not like most people here—like Sora, anyway." Not that Sora could write home. Riku had a feeling bottles didn't travel very well from this world back to Destiny Islands.