[Voice]
[After picking up his delivery, he'd wandered around the complex a bit, spending some time alone with himself. There was a bunch of festivities last night, but he'd never been the type to go to parties unless dragged, so he had decided to steer clear. Riku had been thinking a lot, and missing Kairi, and feeling somehow more and more distant from Namine, and no closer to Sora than he wanted to be. There were a lot of people here that seemed nice enough, but he was insecure, and having a hard time getting close to anyone. Maybe it was partially because he still didn't feel like he deserved friends.
Being a child had been so strange. He had been so carefree, so happy, and so friendly. It was sad, now that he thought about it, how badly his memories stained him. How all the things he had done had changed him so much. Maybe he couldn't ever make up for them, but that didn't mean he had to stay the way he was. Sora was always telling him what a good person he really was. He just wanted a chance to be that person once in a while.
Maybe that's why he's sitting on a bench in the park now, and letting his voice make a call out to the network.]