Riku had been sat in the canteen a while, observing the happenings. Overhearing parts of the conversation "Circles within circles it seems...I wonder what Kharin would want with a brainwashed Chrono?" He poked at his food, moving it about before standing up and leaving the canteen. Turning back he saw Chrono draw his sword and felt the desire to protect the people in the canteen "I don't even know why I'm so bothered...I should concern myself with my own purpose...I have grown complacent, and it cost me my wing. Others are insignificant, their deaths are irrelevant" His anger grew. His body becoming deformed and rotting again. The red glow and rattling breath returned as he walked down the hall. Once he reached his room, he sat in a meditative stance, communicating with his master.
Once he opened his eyes, his wing had regrown, partially. Sinews and bone was exposed to the air, giving him an extra mark of failure. Walking back out, he nearly collided with Philly.