Roxas was strong, to break away so thoroughly. He had courage that Demyx just did not have. He stared at him with a strange, thoughtful expression. Calculating, almost.

Demyx was just trying to figure out if he could do such a thing. It would be a difficult thing to manage. He was having a hard time picturing it. The idea that he'd forever be on the run if he did manage to escape the current situation. He saw that as temporary, his true chains were to his Superior in The World That Never Was.

"What, um, what are you planning on doing?" He asked, a little tongue tied.

He nodded a little bit. "I am used to the opposite. I know it's not normal. I forget normal though." He grimaced.

Demyx looked at Roxas like that now, quiet deference on the subject matter. Their ranks didn't make a difference, Roxas knew something he didn't.