An old unused sitar could sound good as new with the proper care and attention. It was lucky it didn't need to be restrung, really. "Yeah." He agreed softly. "I kind of feel...vulnerable."

That made sense, his life had been nothing but fighting for years, his battle skills determining his worthiness as an individual. At the moment, he was weak and unable to defend himself if it came down to it. He didn't like that feeling at all.

"Yeah, I've met them." Demyx said, lips pressed together as he considered what he wanted to say. If it was anyone but Roxas, he'd bite his tongue. However, if they were going to enter into a partnership, they were meant to trust each other. That would be hard.

"I met Sora first." He started, skipping over the scales and going right into a tune full of thought and melancholy. "He was nice, I guess. He gave me a balloon and told me they kinda didn't want me there, because they liked the other guy."

Now he knew, it really wasn't his fault. "Then there's Jaime, who kinda finds me tiring. Reminds me of Vexen a little with his sighing. B seems like a nice guy. He was friendly at least. And Maxxie I barely know. I mean, he moved out too so I won't see him that much anyway. They're okay, but it's like when I was recruited you know? Everyone knows each other, everyone has a history and here comes Demyx to screw everything up."