Riku nodded, tearing his eyes from the field. It was... incredible to watch. Where more Balambite soldiers had come from, he didn't know, but he was so grateful. "I must go," he said, laying down his bow. It wasn't his, so he didn't care if it came back with him. "I'm supposed to wait for Sora, at our room," Riku recalled. It was too much to hope that he'd be there already, but he could make his way over now anyway, right?
"I lost track of him," Philip confessed gravely. He deserved to be executed for this. "I am so sorry, My Lord. I can't tell you where he is."
"We must search for him then," Hayner said. "At once. The sun is already going down." He hurried away to tell those searching among the dead and wounded to look out for the Prince... told the servants who'd come out to help, to search for him.
"I take full responsibility," Philip told Roxas. "For this."
Hayner hated the battlefield after the fight was over. The dead and dying littered the ground, some quiet, some calling for help, for mercy, for death. For mother and fathers and loved ones they would never see again. It was a good thing that war was so terrible, or men would never find their fill.
Hayner did his best to try and get help to the men he found alive, but he didn't linger. He pressed on in his search with the others. He knew some of the men he found dead... lords he'd seen at the castle, or young male servants that had gone to the keep, only to be turned out to fight.
He knew that the Prince wouldn't be wearing wildly identifiable colors. That would just be suicidal. But it was still color that caught his eye. There was an arm, emerging out from under another body, the ends of a once-yellow ribbon sticking out of his cuff.
Hayner shoved the Galbadian soldier off and rolled the Prince over so that he was on his back. "Roxas!" he yelled, forgetting to not use his name in such public. "Roxas!" Shaking hands pressed against the Prince's cheeks, finding them cool, but not cold. "Your Majesty," Hayner whispered, "Your Majesty, wake up. Wake up."