The thought of belonging to anyone has Roxas visibly shudder in the slightest. No wonder he left that place high and dry when he did, how he did. "Thank God that's not the case anymore, right?"

The drink in his hands is almost gone, save for a few cubes of ice that stubbornly refuse to melt. One long sip later and it's all gone, save for the ice. "You want to step this up?" By that he means by hopping on the drums and playing along to the tone Demyx sets. "I think we can do this. Probably will be easier than any day in Agrabah." And infinitely more satisfying.