Riku's hands would be cold and dead, and that keyblade would never let Vanitas hold it. Well, if Riku could help it. He didn't exactly want to risk it nor did he want to be cold and dead. He'd come to far to let that happen. And.. ...

Wait.

He squinted, blade lowering slightly. Was the Darkness playing tricks on him? The adrenaline was fading back, giving him a moment to focus.

"... Sora?"