oh no , oh no , oh no ! he’s totally screwed ! he’s as good as a dusk ! he’s --- wait . there’s no dusks in this world . there’s no xemnas or saïx to hunt him down about his carelessness . he’s ... safe ? no , that feels too easy . he hardly finds it in him to believe , especially since he doesn’t know who ‘ g ’ is . that could be anyone ! a panic sets in , because who knows what this person could discover ; fabric created to protect hearts from harsh darkness . what if they found residue from the corridors ? can that even happen ? ugh ! this is frustrating . demyx paces , golden hues cast downwards in rare thought . “ this isn’t good ... ” he mumbles to himself . “ oh man , why did this have to happen to me ? ” before he can go back and forth with himself more , he knocks into someone . “ sorry , i - ” he stops as he finally focuses on them . with a dismissive wave of his hand , he continues as casual as possible . “ a lot’s happening , y’know ? wasn’t watching where i was walking - pacing ? whatever . ”
