[ That he can affirm with full confidence, even if half the time he’s asked he mangles the word, or forgets it entirely. It’s still familiar enough by now that when he hears it, he knows. And, along that very same vein, this place has a note of the same -- it’s faint, but there’s something inside him telling him he’s home.
...In a place he’s never been. With a stranger.
The facts and feelings conflict; thankfully, Demyx has never been as big on the former as he is the latter, though mainly in terms of himself and what he’d like to do, selfish creature as he inherently is. Even with his memories -- and his life, really -- gone, that perhaps undesirable trait still lives on, unimpeded.
Blue-green eyes glance around at unfamiliar walls, floors he’s never set foot upon. If he were to be asked to draw a blueprint of this place -- or to even describe its most basic interior facets -- he’d be clueless. He’d get it all wrong. And yet... ]
It’s like, I’m not as lost here as everywhere else. [ That’s the truth of it. Down to brass tacks, so to speak. ] So... yeah, I guess I kinda do.
[ With that, he tilts his head curiously at Kija, his expression innocent, but still questioning. ]
Are you sure we don’t know each other?
[ The people he’s met here, actual re-meetings of those he’s known before, haven’t smacked of this type of niggling little thing in the back of his mind he just can’t seem to ignore. ]
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[ That he can affirm with full confidence, even if half the time he’s asked he mangles the word, or forgets it entirely. It’s still familiar enough by now that when he hears it, he knows. And, along that very same vein, this place has a note of the same -- it’s faint, but there’s something inside him telling him he’s home.
...In a place he’s never been. With a stranger.
The facts and feelings conflict; thankfully, Demyx has never been as big on the former as he is the latter, though mainly in terms of himself and what he’d like to do, selfish creature as he inherently is. Even with his memories -- and his life, really -- gone, that perhaps undesirable trait still lives on, unimpeded.
Blue-green eyes glance around at unfamiliar walls, floors he’s never set foot upon. If he were to be asked to draw a blueprint of this place -- or to even describe its most basic interior facets -- he’d be clueless. He’d get it all wrong. And yet... ]
It’s like, I’m not as lost here as everywhere else. [ That’s the truth of it. Down to brass tacks, so to speak. ] So... yeah, I guess I kinda do.
[ With that, he tilts his head curiously at Kija, his expression innocent, but still questioning. ]
Are you sure we don’t know each other?
[ The people he’s met here, actual re-meetings of those he’s known before, haven’t smacked of this type of niggling little thing in the back of his mind he just can’t seem to ignore. ]