I'm here without you baby
But you're still on my lonely mind
I think about you baby
And I dream about you all the time
I'm here without you baby
But you're still with me in my dreams
And tonight it's only you and me
Word had reached the Castle quickly of Demyx' death at the Keyblade bearer's hands. Things continued as usual for all of them, though, all of them but one. None of the others noticed for a time, but Xaldin took the loss hard. He and the Nocturne had grown incredibly close over the brief time they'd known each other and hearing that Demyx, the brightest thing in their non-existence, was gone left him with so little.
At first, Xaldin had just been shocked. Demyx couldn't have lost to the Keybearer. It simply didn't fit for someone so shockingly smart to be taken down by such a child, someone that likely couldn't even tie his own shoes. The concept just made no sense.
After that, the Lancer had truly begun to mourn his loss. He constantly found himself standing outside at night, amethyst eyes gazing up at the moon or Kingdom Hearts. Memories of discussions he had held with the musician returned to him, filling his thoughts whenever he wasn't working. He could even see Number IX's smiling face, glowing with that energy he always seemed so full of.
Once again, Number III found himself standing outside, on the roof of the Beast's castle. He had with him the enchanted rose and instead of the moon, he found himself gazing at the beautiful flower. Again, his thoughts drifted from the present, back to better times.
"How often does one think of their Somebody?" It wasn't meant to be answered, just asked, a question for its own sake.
Demyx was silent for a moment, unsure if he really wanted an answer or if it was a rhetorical question. "I don't know about you..." Demyx whispered. "But I know I think about mine... A lot..." He gave a crooked smile. "But I suppose it's only to be expected. They had real emotions... Though we've gotta have something ourselves, right? We can't just be empty... Or at least that's what I think..."
That had been the first time they'd truly talked about anything and still it was so clear in his memory. It had been raining and he had merely wanted to listen to what Demyx had been playing. The tune had seemed to fit what bit of mood he'd felt and he'd simply gotten closer to listen. If he'd known before then that Demyx was more than just a simple musician, they might never have had that discussion, might not have grown so close.
One gloved hand trailed along the glass that encased the precious rose, tracing along the shape of the Nocturne's face. Even now, just before he was to face the Keyblade bearer himself, Xaldin felt mostly sadness. That, of all the feelings he had been developing, had become strongest, the deep sorrow brought about by the loss of the one he had truly grown to love.
He withdrew his hand from the bell and closed his eyes, reminding himself that the memory of Demyx would always live on as long as he was there to sustain it. If anything, that would be why he went with the intent of defeating Sora. He cared nothing for the rest of the Organization aside from a slight pity that they were wrong. He knew that they did have hearts, even if they couldn't be felt all the time.
With the thought that Demyx wouldn't be forgotten at the fore of his thoughts, Xaldin opened his eyes once more and made his way back into the castle.