His friend's heart was gone? The thought sent a shiver up Mao's spine, especially the way he had said it. Just her body... Not even one of those Heartless. Just an empty shell. Even if it did leave some questions he wanted to ask later. For now, however, Mao kept quiet, listening to the rest of Riku's story. The longer he listened, the longer it delayed his response, after all, and any requests to give his own story.

Mao stared at the hand Riku held over his heart and thought about his story. Someone who offered him power, huh? Almost sounded familiar. Not quite the same, no, but... pretty close. Uncomfortably close. Which was about par for the course as far as this whole situation was concerned, wasn't it? Looked like listening to this story hadn't really done all that much in keeping him from thinking about that after all, had it?

Maybe if he asked questions... He did have a few. "What's this 'World of Darkness?'"