Whether or not eating was actually necessary for a Nobody, Demyx tended to opt for it, since it felt more normal and he'd done what he could to preserve a semblance of a normal life since he'd lost his. That he'd missed breakfast had actually been entirely accidental, as his increasingly-frustrated nurse had spent the better part of an hour fielding her charge's baffled questions(several of which were repeated multiple times with only minor changes in wording, simply because Demyx didn't believe or couldn't comprehend the answers). It had only been once she'd mentioned joining the other patients that he'd finally been prepared to leave his room at all, and that was primarily because he was hoping to find someone more cooperative to interrogate.
Besides, if he'd wound up here, there was a chance some of the other members of the Organization had too, right? And regardless of the strangeness of the situation, there was one rock-solid fact Demyx clung to as a constant - the rest of the Organization tended to have a better idea of what was going on than he ever did. So the key was to find one of the other members and ask them questions. (A bonus was that they couldn't possibly get annoyed, although they did tend to get bored and walk away after awhile.)
To Demyx's immense relief, his little hypothesis evidently held water; it only took a minute of scanning the surprisingly bright room (and it was nice to be on sunlit worlds as a change from the monotony that was The World That Never Was, whether or not his pleasure was genuine) to spot a person with silver hair. And while the man was facing away from him, the height that was just a bit too tall to be a teenager yet too short to be anything else was instantly identifiable - Zexion.
In a way, it was kind of weird; he'd expected other Organization members to be here, but not those of the Castle Oblivion contingent. Yet in retrospect, was it any stranger for them to be here after they'd been destroyed than for any of the other Nobodies?
Oh, well. Leave the musing to the people who were better at it. Demyx shook the thought from his head and moved quickly towards the younger and yet still senior Nobody, smiling more from relief than because he had any illusions about getting a smile in return. "Hey!"
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Besides, if he'd wound up here, there was a chance some of the other members of the Organization had too, right? And regardless of the strangeness of the situation, there was one rock-solid fact Demyx clung to as a constant - the rest of the Organization tended to have a better idea of what was going on than he ever did. So the key was to find one of the other members and ask them questions. (A bonus was that they couldn't possibly get annoyed, although they did tend to get bored and walk away after awhile.)
To Demyx's immense relief, his little hypothesis evidently held water; it only took a minute of scanning the surprisingly bright room (and it was nice to be on sunlit worlds as a change from the monotony that was The World That Never Was, whether or not his pleasure was genuine) to spot a person with silver hair. And while the man was facing away from him, the height that was just a bit too tall to be a teenager yet too short to be anything else was instantly identifiable - Zexion.
In a way, it was kind of weird; he'd expected other Organization members to be here, but not those of the Castle Oblivion contingent. Yet in retrospect, was it any stranger for them to be here after they'd been destroyed than for any of the other Nobodies?
Oh, well. Leave the musing to the people who were better at it. Demyx shook the thought from his head and moved quickly towards the younger
and yet still seniorNobody, smiling more from relief than because he had any illusions about getting a smile in return. "Hey!"