If anything should happen to Sora, Roxas could ask Demyx, there was that at least. He was quiet a moment as he played, the music turning thoughtful as he listened to Roxas' experience.

"I don't...like that." He admitted softly. "I always thought if I had a heart I'd fit in somewhere, you know?"

Demyx thought people would like him, although that was quite the dream considering what he'd spent his youth doing.

"Yeah. I'm used to a rigid schedule. Routine. Everything being the same."