[ That's the problem with being used your whole existence-- you start to help first without thinking. It never really crosses Roxas's mind for more than a fleeting moment to actually leave Riku to his fate, even knowing what it must look like for him to exist.

Still, he closes his hand around the materializing Oblivion, and steps closer to peer at the caravan. ]

... If I'm reeeeeally careful I might be able to wedge this between you and it. Worst case if it gets stuck I can just vanish it and try something else. ... But you gotta trust me, Riku.