[ Rey's reaction cuts into the memory: a brief flash of her own memories, summoned by the heavy weight of Riku's hood, by the way the Darkness has changed the color of his eyes. She knows without ever having seen him what Ansem looks like, and she cannot help but link it to what she'd seen in the vault. Her momentary memories are spliced in like subliminal messages. A hooded figure sitting on an elaborate stone throne, shaped like a flame. That same figure, snapping piranha-like teeth at Rey over crossed blue and red lightsabers, her eyes flashing gold. Rey's eyes.

It's her future. She can't run from it.

She pulls her hand away from Riku's. ]

Memories won't change anything, Riku. I'm talking about the future. If I ... If I come back to New Amsterdam, I will turn to the Dark Side. I've felt it.