The Superior told them to forget everyone stationed at Castle Oblivion. They were weak, useless traitors, not worthy of being considered members of Organization XIII anymore. In other words, move one.
Demyx laughs it off around everyone else, but avoids any other conversations to avoid the ache in his chest.
There's a silence in his room, in the halls, in every little place they used to be together, and Demyx fills it with the discordant sounds of unfinished songs, plucking away at his sitar for hours between missions.
The days bleed into one another with nothing to break up the monotony, no one that sees him as anything but a nuisance, and Demyx all but forgets what it's like to have even the barest hint of emotions anymore.
In the depths of the Underworld, he gets stung with remembrance: an absent silhouette containing a flat mockery of Zexion, a computer simulation built of nothing but the drive to fight the keyblade wielder, and somehow that's worse than nothing at all.
Fill: Kingdom Hearts, Demyx/Zexion
Demyx laughs it off around everyone else, but avoids any other conversations to avoid the ache in his chest.
There's a silence in his room, in the halls, in every little place they used to be together, and Demyx fills it with the discordant sounds of unfinished songs, plucking away at his sitar for hours between missions.
The days bleed into one another with nothing to break up the monotony, no one that sees him as anything but a nuisance, and Demyx all but forgets what it's like to have even the barest hint of emotions anymore.
In the depths of the Underworld, he gets stung with remembrance: an absent silhouette containing a flat mockery of Zexion, a computer simulation built of nothing but the drive to fight the keyblade wielder, and somehow that's worse than nothing at all.