Alone. [Demyx/Zexion]

It hadn't been long after his arrival back into the physical world that he had retreated to this place. He didn't know what had happened, the last memories on his mind pertaining to his awful demise and the way he was diminished to nothing but a fading cloud of hollow yearnings for the heart he was promised. He had been raised into the air, that vile puppet having the gall to hold him up, as he was commanded by Axel. Though most would feel anger, Zexion didn't feel much of anything regarding the way that he had been literally toyed with at the hands of the devious redhead.



Zexion had been reduced to heading back to the Castle that Never was like some sort of beat dog, returning to its abusive owner simply because it supplied a roof over its head. The walls were droll, as was the ones that had been residing within them, and they were just as he had remembered them. The place had seemed relatively empty, aside from hearing Axel and Roxas meeting up again in the Gray Room, but he decided that it wasn't in his best interest to go reveal that he had returned as well. Radiant Garden was where he had reformed, and he would have stayed there if there was a place he could lay his head...



Maybe the Library would take him in - ahh, it wouldn't be of use to him anyways, he had read everything there.



The small Nobody had resorted to walking uselessly around the castle, weaving through winding hallways and walking up the occasional set of stairs, stopping every once in a while to examine his surroundings to find that absolutely nothing had changed. What had brought them back? Things were going through his mind a mile a minute and, even though it was logical enough to be considering the question, he absolutely could not come up with a suitable answer. Which was odd. Zexion was the powerhouse of logic, the home base of all things pertaining to intelligence.



And he was clueless.



On one of the many walkways overlooking a gray drop down into oblivion, the floor being nothing but a translucent pathway of blue glass, the small male stopped to simply stare. There wasn't a thing for him to take in, but he was trying his best to read anything he could. Closing his eyes, Zexion brought one of his hands to his face, finger surpassing that veil of hair to rub the inside corners of both of his eyes and rubbed them. His head was beginning to succumb so some sort of an ache, one that he felt wouldn't be resolved so quickly or by resting his head upon a pillow.



His hand fell and he leaned over the railing, his dead expression showing nothing that was going on inside. How easy was it to just.. jump? To plummet to the gray nothingness and allow that strange feeling to disappearance overtake him all over again. But, would he reform once more? Was it better to keep trying to dissipate for good or to simply accept this lonesome emptiness that had been so graciously bestowed upon him once more.



Which was worse?

    It had been a long few weeks for this particular Nobody. The first couple days after reforming, he had spent figuring out what was going on. His head had hurt something fierce, the last moments of his 'life' very fragmented. There had been feelings of disbelief, sadness... And relief? Of course, those couldn't have been real feelings. The constant lectures coming from the higher ups about how he couldn't really 'feel' anything in the first place echoed in his mind. He would groan, shake his head, and put all effort into forgetting about it.


    Eventually, Demyx found himself roaming the halls of The Castle That Never Was. There weren't much for positive memories here, but this is where he had spent the most time. The familiarity of it was the only comforting factor, even if it was on the verge of suffocating him. There needed to be some point where he could start from, where he could set his roots again and branch out. So far, he hadn't seen any of the other members of the Organization no matter where he went. While he assumed Sora had finished the rest of them off (even Xemnas), if Demyx had come back then the others had too. He couldn't really even say he wanted to be back. It would have been better to just... Stay faded, right?


    Demyx perked up a little when he saw a figure looking over a guard wall, and became just slightly excited when it became clear it was another member of the Organization. They were short, grayish hair... "Zexion?" His voice was on the soft side, but still loud enough to hear. Of course, if he was going to run into another member, why not make it one of the original six? Demyx scoffed mentally, but kept his hopes up. Maybe Tiny Tim could shed some light on what was happening and, seeing as how he wasn't attached at the hip to anyone else, be a little more open with his words. The kid could totally be a Chatty Carl if given the chance.

    "How's it going little buddy?" Demyx siddled up next to Zexion and looked over the edge with him, then turned his head so he could look at the Schemer. Still looked young as ever, no changes. There was still the sheet of hair in front of one eye, still the pale skin; he needed a little vacation in the sun. Nevertheless, it was good to see a familiar face. 
    

Something caught his attention, something dire. He wanted to whip around with extreme speed to lay his eyes upon whatever had made the noise, but he couldn't bring himself to move in case it was nothing but one of his own illusions playing tricks on him. Of course, such a thing had never happened, bit his mind was reeling a thousand miles a second, and such a thing couldn't be put past the realm of possibility right now. Slowly, Zexion began to adjust the angle of his head to take in the face that had spoken of his name, though his brain had already pinpointed the vocal chords such a voice resonated from.

"Demyx." The name comforted him in a way that he would never be able to explain. Sure, it would have been Vexen, it could have been Lexaeus, but.. But it was someone that he had taken an interest in due to how human he acted. He would always be able to smile and laugh at things that Zexion couldn't even begin to comprehend, and he was able to play beautiful notes that had no logic behind them but were able to be enjoyed. He felt the shift of weight on the railing as the blond had leaned against it as well. The thought of hurdling himself over the edge of the bottomless pit was removed from his thoughts for now, as they were irrelevant.

He wasn't alone anymore, so he didn't have to deal with that for the rest of his pathetic existence.

"I.. I'm not sure." He answered with a tone that wasn't as concerned as he really was, his eyes narrowing at nothing, though of course only one was visible. He wanted to be able to take in the information that had been given to him and come up with a conclusion, but no such thing was even beginning to happen or was showing signs that it would. Zexion simply hadn't a damn clue on how to handle this. The name that had been called by the other, however, piqued his interest in the slightest - since when was he was "little buddy," as he called it? As far as he remembered, he and Demyx hadn't much interaction before all of this happened, but he was opposed to being such. After all, he never really had the opportunity to try and master the art of whatever "friendship" was supposed to be. Now as as bad of a time as ever.

"Are we the only ones?" He asked gently, not even turning to look at the man next to him. Zexion was always a Nobody of few words, but little did everyone know, there was always so much going on inside of him, so many things that he had to say, but he simply lacked the knowledge on how to do so.

    His immediate reaction to Zexion's question was to sigh softly, followed by a breath of laughter. Of course it'd be his luck that the other Nobody didn't know much. Even when the Organization was seemingly destroyed, Lady Luck didn't smile upon him. Maybe he should have let Luxord win the last round of Go Fish...

    "Beats me. But if I had to guess, we're probably not the only ones. I mean, I came back. Not really by choice, mind you, but I'm here. The others have gotta be around here somewhere, if not messing around in other worlds." Demyx turned himself around to press his back against the railing, the new position feeling a little more comfy than resting his elbows and hunching forward. He figured Zexion would probably move on soon, which didn't bother him too much. It'd be a little lonely without someone around to bug, but he'd rather be alone than with Xaldin.... Or Vexen. Or anyone who was bossy. Which was everyone. Why was he sticking around right now?

    "Got any plans on what you're gonna do? You were looking pretty contemplative when I walked up. We're pretty high up, so I guarantee you would've thought you were being dumb on your way down. So many books, so little time, right?" He cleared his throat, looking down at Zexion. "Probably shouldn't have said that." Demyx shifted nervously, wondering if it was possible to create a Dark Portal without having a destination in mind. He kind of wanted to just disappear into the floor for suggesting books were that important to Zexion that they'd be the only reason he kept up his existence. "Uh... If your plans don't include murdering me where I stand, we could maybe stick together for a bit? Go get some... Ice cream or... Something."

What had been said had, essentially, flew right over the Schemer's head, considering that whenever the blond had said something along the lines of Zexion murdering him. He blinked in confusion, trying his best to backtrack and take into account what the Nocturne had said, processing it in his mind accordingly and trying to realize what had been.. insulting? Was that the correct term for this?

The ninth member was attentive, that was for certain. He had been pondering what it would be like if he simply hurdled himself off of the railing. What would he be thinking on the way down - would it be regret? Would it be relief? Would the fear of returning be nagging at his soul, trying its best to bring him down even further into the gray nothingness? So many questions were troubling him, causing him to purse his lips and narrow his gaze without having anything in particular to look at.

"Ice cream?" He repeated those words, having some intense flashbacks at that moment of when Even would buy Ienzo a sea-salt ice cream bar. As a child, those things made him the happiest, and were a wonderful reward for when he did something correct in the eyes of his "caretaker." Though the scientist was the farthest thing from a parent, it was the closest thing that the small child would have ever had in his short life after losing both of the parents. The reasons had never been disclosed to Ienzo, as most of the people that worked around Even figured it would be best to keep the information to themselves - after all, he was only a boy, a boy who they had figured had been through enough. "I would like that."

He pushed himself from the railing, standing up to his full height, which wasn't exactly anything to be proud of. He turned to face the musical Nobody, his expression bland and dull, just as always. He hadn't even gotten around to reading anything since his return into the physical realm - he had been too busy with his thoughts that even when he had attempted to perform his favorite hobby, which was taking in new information. Spending time with someone else that was going through the same events as he was, however, seemed to be more enticing than burying his nose into the midst of a book, which was something something.

"It is quite strange," The teal-haired Nobody began, moving his hand up to wipe the veil of hair out of his face behind his ear, exposing the other half of his boyish face and porcelain features. "I haven't been able to read at all since my reformation. Every time I try, I cannot stop myself from thinking about why we have been brought back." He didn't tear his gaze away from the other at all, curious to if he would agree with the next statement.

"In a way, it was almost a relief to have faded."

    Still as dull as ever.... Okay. Maybe dull wasn't quit the word. The game of Twister they had played a while ago had brought about a competitive side Demyx didn't think exists within the younger Nobody. He just... There wasn't any expression to Zexion's face, and it was unnerving for him. Reading people, even Nobodies, hadn't been extremely hard for him; but then again, most of the members within the Organization showed something on their faces when they were speaking or doing an activity. Demyx kind of wanted to grab a marker and draw a smile on Zexion's face....And a little mustache... And a monocle. 

 "In a way, it was almost a relief to have faded."

    He frowned the slightest, putting a foot out that signaled he wanted to walk while looking away. "In a way, I guess you're kinda right with that. I don't really remember anything while I was a bunch of dust particles, but it was nice not being bossed around and not dealing with you guys riding me." Demyx let out a light laugh, nudging the Schemer gently with his elbow. "It was really weird just appearing again. It was being made to wake up while you were having a really good dream. I was so cranky and my head hurt." He rubbed the side of his head, biting his lip a little. The thought of it made him cringe, but he pushed it away and swung an arm around Zexion's shoulders.

    "Anyway, enough about me. Are you gonna go get all sciencey again? Go find Vexen and be his apprentice? I might... Go do my own thing. I mean, we were all defeated. I have no obligation to stay with you guys. I can't even really play Arpeggio anymore, just like you can't read books. I don't have any inspiration." He shoved his hands deep in his pockets, scuffing the ground with the tip of his boot. Being all gushy with his 'feelings' to someone who was once his superior felt weird. Chalking it up to only living once didn't really work for them. This was his third time coming into existence, even though being a Nobody hadn't really been living. Were they still Nobodies now? Either way, third times the charm right? 

Dust particles.. That was a different way of thinking about it. It lead the Schemer to believe that the ninth appointee had truly thought that they were at least something after they had faded. After all of that time in the Organization, it had been drilled into each of their heads individually that when they fade, they were gone for good. This is one of the main things that willed them to live and do what Xemnas and co. told them to. At their whim, they would receive their hearts and they would be complete people again. It had become apparent that such a thing was false, and everything that Zexion thought he had known about himself.. Was no more than a lie.

Then talk about a really good dream made its way into this very one-sided conversation. Zexion had to admit that he heavily related, remembering the sensation from when he had first awoke - it was like he wanted to simply curl back up and go back to sleep. But that was impossible. He was here, now, and he would have to try and figure out what to do next in the grand scheme of things. The Organization had obviously fallen apart, but would it be back? And even so, if Xemnas continued to reign over it, would they then be looking for the "traitors?" The thought made a strange switch flip over inside of the illusionist, his eyes becoming filled with a strange sense of fear, though it was so minute that seeing it would be more than a challenge to anyone that didn't know him inside and out.

"So you have lost yours, too." He was speaking more to himself than anyone else, as to Demyx, that statement probably wouldn't have made much sense. What he was referring to was the fact that he, himself, had lost his passion as well. Demyx was never known to not be using Arpeggio to play some sort of song, even when he was supposed to be attending to a mission given to him. Zexion was rarely seen without his nose buried in the depths of some sort of reading material, but he hadn't been able to concentrate long enough to enjoy it the way he used to. Shaking his head slightly and giving a soft sigh, some of the strands of hair trapped behind his ear had freed themselves, falling back in front of the usually-covered half of his face. "No.. No I don't believe so. I can get all the information I need from Lexicon." He spoke of his weapon as though it were a living and breathing element, and to him, it definitely was. Lexicon was there for him in his times of need when nobody else was there to protect him. Zexion wasn't exactly the best when it came to physical strength and brute force, so magic was what he consistently relied upon.

"What if Xemnas is back and the Organization reforms? If such is to happen... Will they not go after the traitors? That means you - if you are to leave right now." His voice was almost on the verge of shaking, which was much different than the usual dullness of his tone. "I do not want that to happen to you." And it honestly wasn't just because he viewed Demyx as some sort of weird test subject. The blond had obviously showed that he was capable of things that other nobodies were not well-versed with. He could understand emotion much better than Zexion could ever even dream of being able to accomplish, and that within itself is what made the Nocturne very special in the eyes of number six. Along with that, as strange as it was to admit, he did not want those beautiful, illogical sounds of music to be silenced. The illusionist didn't quite understand it, but he admired them just as much as any book.

Without much of a warning, the Nobody lifted his small, gloved hand, opening up a dark corridor, the other end leading to the shopping center in Twilight Town, that place being the most popular (and not to mention cheapest) place to buy the ice cream that had been mentioned beforehand.

"For now, we should remain together. We need to see if any of the others will make it back, or if they already have."

    A big, goofy grin spread across Demyx's face when his new companion showed concern for his well-being; or at least, didn't want a target to get put on his head. He grabbed Zexion around the shoulders and pull him into a tight hug, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Aww, Zexi! I didn't think you cared so much." He pulled away and shrugged off his coat, leaving it lie on the floor. "I don't have extra clothes, and I don't think people will take too kindly if they think we're in the Organization. Y'know, considering all the trouble we have caused or used to cause." The blonde spun around so he could face the younger Nobody as he walked backward through the portal.


    "Totally kidding about the Zexi thing, by the way. I don't take you for much of a nickname lover." Demyx stepped off to the side so Zexion could join him in this particular area of Twilight Town. He folded his arms behind his head and followed once the Schemer started talking. It was probably better to let him lead for now; it wasn't like Demyx was in a particular rush to do anything. For once, he kind of wished he had a mission to do. He'd only been reformed for a short time and just going around day to day, being a bum, was starting to drive on him. Especially because Arpeggio wasn't listening to him anymore. 

    It was kind of silly to think that his instrument slash weapon could have a mind of its own, even if he wanted it to some days. Then he could sit back and listen to pretty little tunes instead of constantly plucking and adjusting the strings. It was a little aggravating to him, not being able to play. Not physically, but mentally. The notes and chords and the ability to string them together were just gone. Demyx felt more empty now than when he had actually been a Nobody. "So what are we now? I mean, are we still Nobodies? Did we become whole again? Or are we just... Here because Xemnas or some other stupid force made us? If it's the last one, Xemnas can go spin on a stump. I'm done working for that windbag."

Of course, that was easier said than done.

  

Aww, Zexi! I didn't think you cared that much!

He hadn't any time to react as he was pulled forward, the hands on his shoulders yanking him close to the other body, arms then wrapping around him relentlessly. The contact was something that both Zexion and Ienzo had never experienced before in their lives; it was warm, very.. Warm. The illusionist didn't know how to respond, so he resorted to just kind of existing there, dumbly and no short of being absolutely baffled. He knew that Demyx was definitely the touchy-feely type of person, but he had no idea that hugs could feel this surreal. Of course he had read about things like this in books and knew that they were supposed to feel warm, comforting and borderline euphoric, but this was way past borderline.

When the blond had pulled away, shimmying his coat off of his body, plopping the heavy article of clothing on the ground, the steel-eyed Nobody had decided to do the same, hearing the words of reason coming from the other's mouth. It did make sense. Anyone that did know of Organization XIII would have known that they were up to no good, and the last thing they needed was any sort of confrontation about it after just being reformed. They were still in a blurry state of confusion that not even Zexion would begin to understand. All of this was too much to comprehend all at once, and he figured the reason why he had lost his passion for reading was because he was consistently plagued with the overwhelming thoughts.

"Hmm? I don't mind it." He responded, having not even realized that he had been called anything different than his real name given to him when he had first joined this group of Nobodies. The two had arrived in the main marketplace of Twilight Town, the sunset washing everything in a vibrant reddish-orange. He looked up at the sky in wonderment for a few second like usual when he made his way into this world. There was a certain charm about this place that none of the other worlds possessed - whenever he would get missions to Twilight Town, he would always enjoy them thoroughly. The Schemer took into consideration what the Nocturne was saying, a gentle smile appearing upon his lips at that last comment. Xemnas, it seemed, hadn't reformed at this point to try and bring them all back into his awful plots to use Kingdom Hearts only for himself. It had become obvious that was what the Superior's motives were and, although Zexion hadn't figured it out entirely, things had been all but good for all of the other members.

"I do not believe we have regained our hearts back." He answered with his cold tone, though he didn't mean for it to sound in such a way. He brought one of his hands up to his chest, noting that he could still feel the everlasting emptiness there, then he let his hand drop back to his side, beginning to walk toward the ice cream shop. "If we did, I believe we'd feel it, correct?" Honestly, he had no idea how it all worked. For someone who was as academic as he was, one would think he knew everything about everything, but this was something that Zexion was absolutely helpless with. He hadn't a clue how it all worked, and he sincerely hoped that Demyx would be looking to him for guidance about this topic.

"I think it is time to fight for ourselves." He stated just after putting in the order for both of their ice creams, taking it upon himself to pay for the both of them. He took them and exchanged the munny, turning to hand one of the sweet treats to the other Nobody. "If that is the case, would you like to stay with me? I believe it would be much better than going about this alone."

"I do not believe we have regained our hearts back."

    His stomach when Zexion seemed to think differently than he hoped, and he clenched his fists a little. All that work, all that agony of fading and then coming back, and they still didn't have their stupid hearts? This was about the time Demyx either punched a wall, or just screamed expletives. Since he wasn't too violent of a person (and there weren't any walls nearby) and it would be weird to just start screaming in the middle of a town, he opted to crack a knuckle and sigh. Why get all bothered over it? Pretending would get him by for now. "Yeah... I suppose." Demyx replied in a distracted tone, trying to stop himself from feeling so... down. He was Demyx. Never sad or in despair. Always happy or doing dumb stuff. Get over yourself, dude. 

    A snort of laughter was the first response to Zexion's question. "I'm not that into fighting, if you hadn't heard bud. So... I dunno what you'd gain from us sticking together." He sighed and slung an arm around Zexion again, looking at him. Well, he looked at whatever wasn't covered by hair. Was it even soft? Did it get hot under that curtain like chunk of hair hanging over his face? For a moment, he pictured Zexion with short hair. It would be... Kinda cute? When the guy wasn't busy scowling at things or looking disinterested, his eyes were kinda big. For a guy at least. Sort of a... Young face. Kinda pouty. "Buuuutttt I suppose if it makes ya feel better, I'll stick with you." Demyx chuckled a little bit as he shook his companion gently with his arm, trying to elicit a response other than indifference. Maybe he could teach him how to smile? Ha.

    He took his arm away from the younger Nobody, swinging them gently back and forth as they made their way toward a shop that sold the ice cream they were looking for. "So... Do you..." Demyx paused, not really sure what he wanted to talk about. "What's with the Lexicon anyway? Does it words and definition like a dictionary? Is it kinda like a huge recorder?" He gasped, putting a hand up to his mouth with a look of glee on his face. "Or... Is it your diary? 'Dear Lexicon, today I read a book. Well, I read five. I can read super fast. A million words a minute, probably. I'm a super genius.'" He looked at Zexion, pursing his lips in a smile. "Did I get it right? You'd probably start it off like Roxas', going by the day. 'Day 756: Xemnas is still a huge prune flavored butt face. He probably likes to smell his own farts.'" Demyx tried to mimic the sound of Zexion's voice, but his voice was a little too nasally to really come close. Despite this, he giggled at his own lame attempt at humor. "Don't take it too hard. I'm just messing with you. You're an alright guy. Two sea salt ice creams, please." Demyx ordered for them when they arrived at the window, paying for the ice creams with his own munny as a nicety. It wasn't like he was going to spend it on anything else right now, and he should make up for the teasing. "Wanna head to Sunset Terrace? The Clock Tower is kinda Axel and Roxas' thing. It'd feel weird invading their space, y'know?" He handed one of the stick of ice creams to Zexion, taking a bite out of his own and heading in the direction of the place he mentioned without waiting for an answer. If the guy wanted to go somewhere else, he'd say something right?

Buuuutttt I suppose if it makes ya feel better, I'll stick with you.

The warmth of having Demyx's arm wrap around him again was delightful, though nothing had immediately changed in his expression. He was stuck trying to figure out why the sensation of physical contact had him so emotional. Of course for others, this would have been nothing important at all, but to Zexion, even feeling the smallest of things was like a waterfall of emotions, and emotions weren't exactly the easiest thing for him to deal with. He could list off encyclopedias, he could recite the dictionary for all it was worth (probably multiple versions as well), but this? This was just a little too much for him. So much so, that his facial expression did change, his lips curling upward into the most gentle of smiles.

He didn't get it, but he sure was enjoying it.

"N-No, it's not like that." He answered, his tone being a little different than what it usually was. Someone like Demyx was sure to pick up on it, though anyone else might have simply brushed it all. Hearing more and more of what the Nocturne was saying made his features change even more, until finally something came out of him that was otherworldly.

The illusionist brought one of his hands up to his face to cover his mouth, his shoulders shaking in a strange motion that was accompanied with huffs of breath mixed in with his voice. He had read about this. People did this when they were happy and full of delight about something, something that struck their "sense of humor" and made them happy. Laughter - correct? It was quiet and small, but it was prominent and definitely there. "So are you." He responded softly, watching as the other Nobody ordered up the ice creams. It was so interesting how the musician of the Organization was able to interact with people so easily; things of this nature were so difficult for someone like Zexion.

"Yes - that sounds perfect." He took the ice cream that was handed to him, feeling the coolness of it touch his skin. He unwrapped it, looking at the light-blue color of the treat before bringing it to his lips and taking a bite. It instantaneously reminded him way too much of his life as Ienzo; Even would buy him these all the time because Ansem the Wise adored the flavor and was constantly sending his scientists on trips to get it. Whenever Even would go, he would buy one for the child and Ienzo wasn't exactly complaining - in fact, the poor kid never said anything at all.

He walked alongside the Nocturne, looking at the people and hearing them speak to one another, laughing an smiling, doing things that people with hearts could do without faking it. But the laughter he had performed not too long ago.. Didn't feel fake. Ienzo had never done that, there was no memory to work off of. His mind reeled, but he tried his best to push those thoughts away. Perhaps logic wasn't the best way to go about things at this point in time, and instead he could just enjoy this time without thinking much at all.

Is that what having a heart was all about? Being able to enjoy things without any logic behind them? It reminded him of the music that would come from Arpeggio...

"Whenever I learn something, it is automatically recorded into Lexicon. It keeps track of everything. Magic, information, maps - its pages are added as soon as I take in something new." He explained, though the sound of his voice still retained that light tone - the emotionless aspect of it was slowly beginning to get wiped out by something much greater.

And he didnt understand it whatsoever.

    His ears perked a little at the lightened tone of Zexion's voice. It was much, but to his trained ears there was a definite difference. The guy was starting to sound normal, not like some recording machine. Not that he totally did, because those sounded more robotic and Zexion just sounded more dull and uninterested but still. There was a tiny Demyx jumping up and down in glee. He was gonna get his companion to emit emotions smoothly, one way or another. He just hoped it wouldn't backfire eventually. Zexion was talented at illusions after all, and Demyx had heard of some of the things Zexion had done to others with mere illusions.


    "So, does it record even personal stuff? Like... The day you were formed as a Nobody, or did it only start recording things when you first summoned it and became familiar with its uses?" To him, it would have been super weird if Arpeggio recorded everything. It would've been interesting to hear all of his experiences in music form, but maps and fighting tactics and stuff? What if Zexion just... left the Lexicon sitting out? Their weapons normally had to be manually dismissed by them, so someone could totally just snipe it if Zexion wasn't paying attention and find out stuff they shouldn't. Especially embarrassing things like his first wet dream or... Something. Did the younger Nobody even get those? Demyx wasn't too familiar with the subject sexuality, but those would probably be the last thing on the Schemer's mind. Of course, it was always the quiet ones. 

    He chuckled mentally at his thoughts, listening to any explanation his companion offered him as another piece of ice cream was bitten off. At this point, he was glad his teeth weren't sensitive; this stuff was super cold. Enough to make Vexen wanna retire, man. They eventually got to their destination, a hill overlooking all of Sunset Terrace and a good chunk of the railroad. The sight warmed him inside a little, made him relax as he sat down cross legged next to Zexion. "Do you really care whether or not you get your heart back? I mean, as much as I fake it sometimes it's nice not truly feeling anything. Especially frustration or failure. I know it kinda makes me sound wishy washy but hey. I'm Demyx. What more do you really expect?" Demyx smiled a little and slung an arm around Zexion's shoulders again, although he left room between them. It was kind of nice to have another person to touch and be around and see and hear and just... Exist with. Even if that person was his ex-superior and this totally wouldn't have happened before the fall of the Organization.

"Well, it does record everything." He stated, knowing that would be more than enough of an answer for Demyx. He was correct - it jotted down everything that was brought to Zexion's attention that he hadn't ever witnessed before. Every feeling, every new thought, every single iota of detail that he took in that was different than the last was given a small section in his weapon. Only magic could truly unlock everything that the book had to offer, but the majority of the important things were there, ready and willing to be read by anyone wanting to feast their eyes upon the contents.

The journey to sunset hill was a pleasant one. Though quite a bit of a walk, it wasn't too terribly bad and it did feel good to actually walk around after being nothing more than a potato ever since his reformation. Zexion, without having any missions to attend to anymore, had pretty much been a lump in his room, in a consistent state of deep thought, trying to figure out the questions that had been thrown at him and were causing him to become suspended in fixated concentration. Of course, no matter how much he tried to come up with a solution or answer, he was left with nothing but a blank slate - he hadn't a damn clue. That, alone, made him extraordinarily uncomfortable and even frightened. He always knew what to do, no matter what, because Lexicon was able to provide him with something he had encountered to help him through it... Not this time.

What was said next brought him out of his thoughts, however, which was something within itself. For anyone to drag him out of his mind was an impressive feat, and Demyx was achieving this without putting any effort behind it whatsoever. Amazing, really.

"I don't think so." Zexion was always honest when it came to what he thought and believed, and he would be no different this time - of course he was anything but malicious, only thoughtful. "I would rather feel frustration of failure than nothing." The illusionist stared out at the never-ending twilight, bringing a hand to his chest for just a moment before letting it fall back in his lap. He could feel the arm around him, the warmth seeping through the clothing and comforting him. It was true - he didn't want to feel nothing at all, and at this point, things like frustration, anger, failure, disappointment... All of it seemed so wonderful and beautiful to what he felt now - or rather.. lack thereof.

He move the veil of hair back out of his eye, wanting to take in the view for all it was worth. Twilight Town was such a beautiful place, one that usually didn't get the recognition it deserved. No wonder Axel was always sneaking off with those two to go eat ice cream atop the clock tower... The view up there must have been even better than this wonderful display.

But, there was something that was bringing him closer to anything emotional, and that was the entity next to him, draping a loose arm around him. Instinctively, Zexion leaned into it slightly, taking in a deep breath as he didn't let his eyes break away from the golden sun.

"I wonder if Ienzo, if given the chance to grow up, would be like me, or be.. Somebody much different." His voice was burdened with something, something that he couldn't even begin to try to explain. Perhaps it was the sensation of not being good enough, or the insistence by everyone around him that he was considered nothing more than a husk, a shadow, a remaining little piece of something much greater that used to be. And he had to try and live up to that - impossible.

"I wish we didn't have to go back to the Castle. I don't think I like it there."

    He smiled just the slightest when he felt Zexion relax against him the slightest. Not that there had been much physical contact between him and other members of the Organization, but physical contact seemed to get others to be less guarded; and thankfully Zexion was no exception to this. At least this was easy for him. Trying to talk about the workings of the heart or hierarchy politics or... Whatever else brainy people talked about would have been a struggle for Demyx. That stuff just didn't interest him in the slightest. 


    It really was a beautiful sight, even if the scenery in Twilight Town hardly ever changed. This had to be where people went when they were just done living their life. Not done in an "I want to end it all" kind of way, but more of a "I need to step back and just pause for a while." "No sense in dwelling on the what ifs, Zex. Even the tiniest of actions or words can influence the outcome just about everything. You're here as Zexion, not Ienzo. You two are the same person, but... Ienzo was kinda like your childhood, and Zexion is your adulthood." Demyx sighed, slouching the slightest. He tried to keep his arm in the same place, so as to not make Zexion uncomfortable with the dead weight. "I mean even if you got your heart back and you 'became' Ienzo again you'd still be Zexion. Becoming a Nobody changes you, but I feel like some of those changes would stick with you even after becoming whole again." 

    Demyx started chewing on his lip, glancing at the other Nobody. There was obviously a lot that Zexion remembered about being Ienzo, and he was kind of envious. Besides that, though, he was curious as to why Zexion really even bothered with theories on the different paths his Somebody could have taken, and what would have changed because of them. There was something in the guy's voice that just... Struck a sad chord in Demyx. He could possibly regret becoming a Nobody, although there wasn't anything apparent to Demyx that made it clear on whether or not it had been Zexion's decision to become one. He'd probably still been sort of young; Demyx was on the latter half of the ranks, so he couldn't say for sure how long the Organization had been around. Probably for a while, considering everything Xemnas had done and much planning must have gone into the things the Organization's actions. 

    The next words to come out of Zexion's mouth surprised him, and he laughed softly. "I don't like it there." It made him sound so childish, a definite change from the mature and composed side. "It's not like we have to go back, y'know. I think there's a hotel or something in Traverse Town that we could stay at if you're worried about a place to sleep that isn't outside. I mean, there's probably a hotel here, too." Demyx shrugged, not too concerned over the matter. As long as it didn't rain, and he had his Sitar, he could stay anywhere. Then again, that had been when the music came easy to him. Now... Not so much. He made a fist a few times, huffing through his nose. Arpeggio would sing for him again if it was the last thing he did. "If there's something you wanna get from your room or whatever, we can go back. But... I'd say it's better to cut ourselves off completely. Constantly going back to the Castle won't do anything except give you a reason to be in debt to Xemnas if he ever comes back. Well, when he comes back."

He'd be damned if Xemnas was ever going to put a leash on him and jerk him around like last time. Whether or not Zexion  wanted to follow suit was up to him, but Demyx was free and was pretty ready to get out of dodge. 

It was calming, to hear Demyx speak to him. No one had ever taken the time before to really hold a sensible conversation about things other than a mission or academics. Even and Vexen weren't the most keen when it came to relating and raising a child, and all of the others he was paired with during Organization matters didn't allow their conversations to reach any farther than business alone. It was quite intriguing to the small Nobody that there was someone out there who seemingly cared about things other than that, and they were expressing it with him.

Zexion knew that he was the equivalent of a rock when it came to all things emotional, but now there was an offer that had to do with not having to go back to that awful place at all. He had never stayed in a hotel before, and the thought of sleeping in a bed away from the place that caused so many bad memories. It was apparent to him now that the promise of obtaining a heart given to all of them by Xemnas had been nothing more than a fraud to get the twelve of them to do his bidding and to achieve the goals that only benefited his well-being. The thought of it was more than enough to make the Schemer's stomach crawl, though on the outside he was seemingly unaltered.

The impending doom in the blond's statement tried to deter him away from his almost childish excitement for staying in a new place, but the illusionist was able to chase the majority of it off and was able to give a few curt nods. Staying in a hotel with someone that could actually talk to him... It all sounded nice. Much more pleasant than anything The World that Never Was could even attempt to offer.

"N-No, there's nothing I'd need to get." He answered quietly, looking up at the other husk with a certain look in his eyes that displayed the odd comfort he felt. One, he was staying away from that hellhole and he didn't have to think about going back. Two, he was with someone that genuinely made something come sparking to life, though he didn't have any idea as to what it could be. He couldn't help but think of how many pages had been added to the Lexicon just from this one, simple day. Demyx had shown him so much in the few short hours that they had been goofing off together, and already, he was learning new things left and right that could have been there this whole time.

He smiled again. "You lead the way."