"It has to be mine." He repeated, in something akin to a daze and his arms tightened a bit as he rested his chin on them, ice cream long forgotten. "Has to be..."

If it was his...

His brow furrowed. "No one can take it from me again then." Demyx said firmly, protectively. As shaken as he was, thrown and out of his element, he still wanted a heart. How could one choose to live without one?