Demyx shifted so that he was sitting cross-legged on the floor across from Soubi, watching the other man. "Yeah," he said, somewhat sadly. "You seem like you used to be really unhappy. Or still are, maybe; you're pretty hard to read, y'know." He tilted his head. "Is it 'cause you're a slave, or because of something else? I'll help you, if I can. I mean, you have a heart. What good is one if you can't feel good things with it?" He waved a hand. "Besides, you're my roommate. And my friend. I don't need a heart to know that you're supposed to help your friends if they're unhappy - and it's been awhile, but I still have a pretty good idea how to make a heart happy." He sighed. "The other Nobodies mostly just remember how to make a heart hurt. What good is that? Everybody knows that stuff. It's nothing special, and it doesn't help anyone. All it does is help make more of us, and if even we don't want to be us..."

He wasn't quite sure what sort of reference Soubi was making with the whole Tinman thing, but he knew one thing for sure. "No way," he declared, shaking his head. "That's why I still try to act like I have a heart. I want to be the same when I get my heart back as I was when I lost it. I'm not gonna get it back just so I can feel regret. That'd be kind of a crappy way to welcome my heart back, right? I want the first thing I feel to be happiness."