"So you don't remember anything," number IX echoes, and seems absurdly thoughtful for a moment. It's a bad look for him, Roxas decides. The wind blows cold along the parapet and he crosses his arms, shifting position against the low wall.
"No."
"Not even…anything?"
"Well—no."
A pause.
"That's so weird."
Roxas grinds his teeth together and tilts his head back to study the stars. "I know."
"I guess that means it'll be sort of a surprise," Demyx amends, quirking him a placating smile.
"What?"
"What you'll be like. When you get it back."
Roxas knows what the he's referring to, but it irks him that the other Nobody doesn't name it. "Huh," he replies noncommittally, and intends to let the conversation drop there, until it occurs to him that he's actually curious. "You remember, right?" he asks, glancing over.
"Yes," says Demyx, suddenly and intensely serious again. He looks eager to help, so Roxas continues.
"How were you different when you had a heart?"
"Oh. I was…I think I could…" Roxas watches IX's brow furrow into a frown in the inconclusive silence that follows.
"…You don't remember."
"Of course I do!" Demyx snaps, but there is telling panic in his voice, and Roxas smirks beneath his hood. He pushes off from the wall and opens a portal. Maybe he'll see what Axel is doing.
He leaves Demyx staring strickenly into nothing, alone with the wind and the dark and the stars.