fourteen | [ ooc // a letter ]

From Riku to Xion. Discovered evening of January 22nd. Subsequently read, reread, crumpled and ripped nearly beyond comprehension, though it remains barely legible.

Xion,

Maybe I shouldn't be surprised that it's come to this. Feels like these past few months have gone in circles. I did what I could to try and earn your trust, and I know we've hit a few roadblocks, but there's something I have to ask.

Did any of it even matter to you?

You let one outburst about the Keyblade ruin everything, without giving me a chance to explain myself. Not when it happened, anyway.

We were both angry, but you shifted the blame on me at the time without giving it a second thought.

Do you really think I'd ever value a weapon more than you or my friends? Come on; even if what I said was selfish, you have to consider the circumstances. All those months before I left, I was powerless compared to Sora, Roxas, and even you. When something came up, all I had to defend myself was a sword, and when it came to real threats, that just wasn't good enough. I mentioned that before, after I got back, but I thought I'd mention it one more time, especially since you went through something similar.

And that's what I don't get. I'd think you'd understand what I said instead of than showing me the door. I know the Keyblade caused you to die twice, but you didn't seem to have a problem with Sora or Roxas wielding one. I wanted to become stronger, Xion, and I knew that I was the Keyblade's chosen wielder. It's something I've known for years.

And how's that? Well, I'm afraid it's not my place to say. Maybe someday you'll understand, not that it matters at this point. In case you forgot, I'm not chasing down a Keyblade at this point.

Anyway, I know we argued more than once. In my case, I was trying to explain what I'd gone through, how I'd changed, and how we were supposed to fix things. Maybe it was wrong of me to shift some of the blame onto you and expect you to work as much as me, and maybe it was wrong that I expected things to get better so fast.

But you didn't make things easy, and I won't lie; sometimes, it felt like you overreacted. To make things worse, you didn't even know what you expected from me. How was I supposed to fix things when you left me grasping at straws? Besides, people don't always think when they're angry. Maybe if you'd lived a normal life, you'd understand what I mean.

It's too late now, anyway. Hope you're happy.

- Riku