Demyx swallowed a moment, just staring at him wide-eyed. He didn't know how to forget him and he doubted he could. He knew what Roxas meant though. He needed him to cast the Organization aside and embrace whatever happened after that.

Destructive towards his future indeed.

"Won't they come after me though?" He asked softly. "I mean...I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't know what freedom is anymore. I don't remember it."

It was supposed to feel good? "I feel more like my stomach is full of butterflies."