That's what everyone in the Organization keeps telling him, anyway. How can you feel fear with no heart, after all? It's just cowardice, just an excuse, just laziness, just an act he puts on for his own benefit, just willful stubbornness, just self-preservation instincts that he associates with the memory of fear..... Anything they can call it, so long as they can blame him for it, instead of actually addressing the issue at hand. As if any normal, sane person wouldn't be terrified of the sort of things they demand that he does! Even if he apparently can't be scared, that doesn't mean he shouldn't be.
He feels much the same way now, unable to tear his eyes away from Lestat's gaze. This is..... bad, isn't it? He doesn't feel like this vampire is going to suddenly start joyfully singing about Halloween and how much he loves scaring people. He feels like this one is more likely to leave him dead in a ditch somewhere before anyone else even could come back to help him, instead. How does that compare to whatever punishment Saïx (or maybe even Xemnas, Light forbid it) might bring down on him, for violating their rules about secrecy?
He's heard rumors that Xemnas could bust them down into Dusks if they displease him. Dusks! Awful as it sounds, getting drained dry before he can so much as blink and left to die of blood loss might actually be the preferable option, here. Would he really do that just for talking about Nobodies, though? Wouldn't that sort of thing be saved for real traitors?
He..... doesn't feel like he could run. Even if he could trust his legs to hold him, that "extraordinary vampiric prowess" probably means he'd barely get to his feet before he'd get recaptured. It's weird how much of a relief it is to start speaking, in spite of how dire the situation is; with that strange, sweet smoke filling every breath, even dragging his heels on explaining feels like an impossible weight settled over him.]
I-I guess it's..... inside me? Maybe? L-like..... filling up all the empty space that got left behind? Even though nothing can really fill it anymore. Or maybe it's a part of me, now? Um. I..... never really understood the explanations, myself. It's all way too complicated for a guy like me, haha. You know what I mean, right?
[No, actually, he probably doesn't. Lestat seems powerful, cunning, confident, commanding, in control--nothing like a guy like him. Demyx laughs, awkward and nervous.]
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That's what everyone in the Organization keeps telling him, anyway. How can you feel fear with no heart, after all? It's just cowardice, just an excuse, just laziness, just an act he puts on for his own benefit, just willful stubbornness, just self-preservation instincts that he associates with the memory of fear..... Anything they can call it, so long as they can blame him for it, instead of actually addressing the issue at hand. As if any normal, sane person wouldn't be terrified of the sort of things they demand that he does! Even if he apparently can't be scared, that doesn't mean he shouldn't be.
He feels much the same way now, unable to tear his eyes away from Lestat's gaze. This is..... bad, isn't it? He doesn't feel like this vampire is going to suddenly start joyfully singing about Halloween and how much he loves scaring people. He feels like this one is more likely to leave him dead in a ditch somewhere before anyone else even could come back to help him, instead. How does that compare to whatever punishment Saïx (or maybe even Xemnas, Light forbid it) might bring down on him, for violating their rules about secrecy?
He's heard rumors that Xemnas could bust them down into Dusks if they displease him. Dusks! Awful as it sounds, getting drained dry before he can so much as blink and left to die of blood loss might actually be the preferable option, here. Would he really do that just for talking about Nobodies, though? Wouldn't that sort of thing be saved for real traitors?
He..... doesn't feel like he could run. Even if he could trust his legs to hold him, that "extraordinary vampiric prowess" probably means he'd barely get to his feet before he'd get recaptured. It's weird how much of a relief it is to start speaking, in spite of how dire the situation is; with that strange, sweet smoke filling every breath, even dragging his heels on explaining feels like an impossible weight settled over him.]
I-I guess it's..... inside me? Maybe? L-like..... filling up all the empty space that got left behind? Even though nothing can really fill it anymore. Or maybe it's a part of me, now? Um. I..... never really understood the explanations, myself. It's all way too complicated for a guy like me, haha. You know what I mean, right?
[No, actually, he probably doesn't. Lestat seems powerful, cunning, confident, commanding, in control--nothing like a guy like him. Demyx laughs, awkward and nervous.]