"Just some water!" Demyx called as he grabbed a seat on a comfortable looking couch. It was far above the seats he was used to in the Organization. Xemnas had no taste for interior design.

He made himself comfortable and eased the sitar out of the case with great care. It was a nice model, made of an expensive wood. He checked over the frets and the strings and began the slow process of tuning it. Each peg was turned and adjusted. Unlike Arpeggio, this model had four main strings, but he could work with it. His head was bent in concentration, focus sharp and unlike his usual demeanor.