[Takeshi pauses at that admission and accidental slip up, cyan eyes meeting green for a split second before his gaze seems to go through him, and-

Sora... Kairi... I'm sorry... An endless expanse of darkness, the only thing visible being the white sandy path that crunches beneath his(?) feet. I'm not ready. Not yet. Not until I see Sora and Kairi one last time...

Riku, can you hear me?

Ugh, another of the real things memories. He should have guessed. He sighs, eyes refocusing on the pages before him.]

I know the feeling. [He replies softly, bereft of the usual sardonic and bitter tone. His mind goes to the brief glimpses of King Mickey, the fragments he can still barely remember from the real thing's memory. Even after all these years, he still has to sort out the ones that were first implanted... and the ones that were rewritten entirely.]

I'd give anything, to be by the side those who accepted me as my own person. [Any of those who managed to worm their way into his heart, really. And yet he... he can't.] But, they aren't here. In a way, I'm jealous.

[He picks at the first macaroon, and incidentally finds a new favorite treat. Oh dear.]

...His secret's safe with me.