"I believe that is a very nice book, Demyx—"
"No, it's not!"
A silence.
"Demyx, that is not a valid argument."
"—huh?"
Patience, Zexion reminded himself. Not everyone was as smart as him.
"There are three types of arguments, Demyx. Real, Apparent, and Verbal. The only one of those actually debatable is Real—"
Demyx made an odd, quick yelp before whirling around and searching desperately for the one person he knew would save him from Zexion.
"—Axel, Save me!" He cried out desperately when he found Axel, dragging a flushed Roxas along behind him through the room they were in with a few of the other organization members. "Zexion is talking about Logic!"
"Save yourself, I'm busy!"
Demyx whined pitifully, watching with sorrowful eyes as they disappeared through the door and were lost from sight.
"—and so you see why you cannot argue with the statement 'I believe'—"
Sighing, Demyx settled in for a long lecture from Zexion with no hope for escape.