3/1/09. Ever have that feeling where it's like you're being ignored? I've been experiencing it for the past week, so... I'm in a bit of an angsty mood. Enjoy!
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Dear Demyx,
Thank you.
The Dusk stood without a cause once it finished relaying the anonymous message, small Nobody slithering off once it was given the okay from the Nocturne. Even if there had been no name, he knew very well who it was from. He trudged through the Castle That Never Was, quiet and contemplating, giving only a brief flash of his smile and a nod if he passed anyone. There wasn't many to walk by in this giant, now even more empty fortress as it was, anyways. Castle Oblivion was left in ruin, and it seemed only two of their kind had survived the destruction.
He was going to miss his superiors that had been lost. The Academic was actually easy to get along with if you treated him like an equal or better, and Demyx never had a problem with doing that when he was around his other half. Water and Ice were just different states of matter of the same element, and that scientific symbolism was what made it a simple task to communicate; he may not have been a genius, but he liked to learn. Lexaeus was one of the few who listened to his music without complaint, and even complimented the sitarist on certain occasions. The large man was kind despite his permanent scowl.
Shoving the large doors open, his eyes solemnly skimmed over the crumbled altars. The Diviner already came by and destroyed the archways of the fallen members, but he seemed to have done the most damage on one in particular. It was the one he went towards, plopping onto his butt and gingerly caressing some of the pieces with a soft, dismal sigh. He stayed there for hours, completely silent except for the gentle whisper his breath consisted of.
No one within the castle really paid any attention to him, so there were no interruptions in his quiet mourning. The Freeshooter visited a few times, scanned over the defeated form that sat in the Proof of Existence, then left without a word. Demyx remained for a few days without saying or eating anything, cradling the largest piece of debris and curling himself around it when he could not fight off the need to sleep any longer; the Second only wanted to make sure he was still around, but wouldn't disturb him.
The water mage groggily awoke from his last night in the room that represented both life and death for the Organization with a clear but somewhat still morose expression. After such a total of depression, Demyx finally stood to dust himself off, glancing to the tomb for a final time. With the realization that he would never get to say three special words ever again, he walked out.
Dear Zexion,
You're welcome.