"You say that Roxas, you say that like I know how to do that!" Demyx said, flustered. "I don't know how to do that, I don't know what to do. If I didn't have a schedule I'd...what would I even do?"

Demyx's self-doubt was creeping into his music, his mood so easy to read when he had a sitar in hand.

"I'm supposed to be an adult for one thing but I don't even know adult things."