"Not for...oh that's right. You left." Demyx did know, he was sure he knew most of it, it was just mixed up in his mind, needed sorting out. He had a headache already and he rubbed at his forehead irritably.

"If the subject fails to respond, use aggression to liberate his true disposition. I remember." Demyx repeated softly, staring a little bit into the distance as he did. He blinked a few times and shook his head. "I can worry about that when we're not here."

They were going back, weren't they? He twitched his hand a few times and frowned. Nothing. He held up his palm flat, again nothing.

"...I can't do anything." He admitted, swallowing. "I can't feel the water...I can't sense it, ugh." Did Roxas understand how disconcerting that felt?

"Drowning it out sounds good right about now. It'd be easier than trying to sort through this mess." The block was lifted, but he needed to sort it out himself.

"I'm just figuring it out, yeah." Demyx whined a little. "I don't think I like it. It's...it's painful!"