It was so difficult to know. At the moment he had a heart, a heart capable of feeling things and could that be called a Nobody? Probably not.

The feelings were overwhelming all of a sudden because he knew he shouldn't be feeling them and he remembered not feeling. This business with hearts was so complicated and was giving him a headache.

"Yeah. I guess, but I don't know how long I've been under their spell?" He asked, puzzled. "Why hasn't the Superior come for me? Wait..." His brow furrowed. "Wasn't I looking for you?"

At least the few dreams he had suddenly made sense, if he wanted a silver lining.

"I love music." Demyx agreed with a nod. "But it's different from playing my sitar. I mean...I'm not the kind of guy who dances and sings except now I am."

He exhaled. "Rox. Somehow I have a heart. It's not helping. Mostly I feel panic." He whispered under his breath.