"I'm not gonna die, Axel," he sat back down, letting out a sigh of relief as his head started to still. As soon as those words left his mouth, Riku gave a pause of thought, trying to re-consider his words. He didn't know what he had, and he was in a strange world with stranger people that could revive the dead, and he'd just got back from their enemies completely decimating a world. He had to wonder--was whatever he had not normal?

He'd had a cold before, but this was different from it. Riku frowned as he pressed a hand against his chest, breathing in. He kept feeling lightheaded, his breaths had been shallow--it'd been uncomfortable to breathe too deep. He flinched as he felt a rumble in the depths of his chest, a cough following shortly after. This was summer, right? Summer colds weren't like this in Destiny Islands, and they weren't like this in the Initiative, either. He'd spent his summer here before. Swallowing after his coughing passed, he cleared his throat, looking to Axel again.

Was it paranoid for him to think back, try to gather as much information as he could about the past? This illness could easily be from the world they'd just visited, be from something the Initiative botched when they'd revived him, or maybe... it could be United Earth's doing. They'd contaminated the water supply to brainwash the entire populace before--Riku had been a victim of that. He wasn't so naive to think that they wouldn't do the same thing once more. "You don't owe me," he stated, lines in his face smoothing out. "Friends do that for each other, right?"