He understood it wasn't easy. He'd just had a crash course in 'not easy'. "Twilight...Town?" Demyx asked, confused by that. What was remarkable about that place? It was just a different world, wasn't it? He wasn't privvy to Roxas' fate, it wasn't information he needed to know, in Saix's opinion.

"I-do you even know how terrifying this all is to me?" Demyx asked him softly. "Do you know how long it's been since I had so much freedom? I don't know how to deal with it." Everything he could think of was incredibly unhealthy.

"We aren't ever to make friends, to get to know people. Humans, with hearts, they're not for us. They'd hate us if they knew." The words murmured low under his breath, but loud enough for Roxas to hear him was a mantra. A familiar mantra. It had been drilled into his head.

"Nobodies aren't meant to be, they're nothing and leave nothing behind." He grimaced.

"Do you know I always hated that?"