He was quiet as he contemplated the question. The question shouldn't need contemplation, most people could answer it in the blink of an eye.

What did he feel like doing?

He was feeling too many things to make sense of. He wanted to cry, scream, rage at the world and at himself, curl up in a ball and try and make sense of it all. Demyx did none of those things and said none of them.

"I think I would play sitar."