It was nearly another month before things at the castle were more or less back to normal. Demyx still wasn't speaking to Six, but they had never really gotten along before. A brisk March morning found Demyx pulling on Xigbar's arm, trying to keep him in bed rather than going down to the range to shoot things.
"It's cold!" moaned Demyx. "Stay here."
"Dem, I've gotta practice. I just got my arm working properly again."
"You could have got your arm cut off and you'd still be a perfect shot. Anyway, do you want Xemnas to start sending you off on missions again?"
"Good point," said Xigbar and allowed himself to be pulled back down onto the white bed.