Though he didn't look up when Roxas approached, Riku nodded once to the boy's response, turning to look at Sora directly.

"He's right. You aren't a lousy keybearer. That is..." he said, again staring out at the Maw, "Unless you plan on giving up." His words weren't harsh - rather they were a challenge, almost the tone he used to taunt his friend back when they were kids on the Islands, playing games. There was less enthusiasm, however, replaced with a few shades of seriousness and importance.

Maybe it wasn't the best way to comfort him, he realized, but it was the best way Riku knew how. Simply telling Sora that he was anything but a bad Keybearer wouldn't be enough. His friend needed a shove in the right direction. They didn't need a prophecy, or a guide. They just needed to keep going.