[ Hopefully it’s starting to click into all the right spots for Kija, because Demyx is still a little bewildered and uncertain, himself. ]

Before getting here? [ He shrugs weakly. ] Basically nada. After getting here? Uh... some stuff, but not a lot.

[ Though that’s partly because he’s a shinki, and partly because, well, Demyx. Nevertheless, at the query he still searches his person for a notecard, scratch pad, anything of the like, but comes up empty-handed.

Then scratching his cheek in thought, he looks distant for a moment, contemplative. ]

I know I’m dead.

[ Said so very casually, like it’s no big deal at all. But of course, he doesn’t know that he hadn’t wanted to die; that he’d shed tears for the first time about that as he’d slowly suffocated under the weight of his own frozen water magic while Sora and the others looked on.

...And he definitely doesn’t know that he’s on good terms with his own killer here, due to this ignorance of his. ]

Someone told me I needed to find my god, so I started to look but... then I got sleepy.

[ And, well, the rest is history, as they say. ]