"I don't- I mean I think technically I could be but is this even my heart?" He frowned, he doubted it. "How would they have gotten it? Why the memories...did I take someone else's heart?" He pressed a palm to his chest.

For Demyx, it was an existential crisis.

"Too many changes." He settled on thumping his head onto the table instead. "I'm not the kind of guy for this kind of stress!"