"I don't...I don't know." Demyx murmured and rubbed his forehead. He took another bite of ice cream, turning the spoon on his tongue. He let the silence linger for a second.

"I think if I don't hurry back, I'll probably be hunted down, so." Demyx said, leaving it open ended. That was the problem with it, if he left, he was a traitor. As bad as Roxas, although he didn't really remember the details of that.

He felt like he was trapped, and he was, literally, but between one cage and another, which was worse? At least here he wasn't isolated and had a lot more freedoms than he was used to.

"I thought about staying here, but since the Superior can track me, there'd be no point."