A replica whose memories affect their appearance. That's a new one. Riku continued to listen, eyes narrowed, until the last thing she said, at which point he gave her a hint of a befuddled expression.

That expression vanished the very moment she pulled off the hood. He stood up immediately, taking a step back. As every memory of Sora that didn't add up rushed into his mind, his eyes went wide. "It was you!" His right hand began to close over something that wasn't there as his eyes flicked over her face and body. Disbelief and frustration warred on his face. "You were the one talking to Axel! YOU were the one who opened up the dark corridor!!!" After a beat, his features softened, and the grip on something ready at his call relaxed. He sighed.

Riku sat back down, arms laid on his parted knees. He looked at the ground.

"...It was you. All along." A palm went to hold his forehead.