[ Lestat can feel such an interesting mix of feeling from this one. Humans are so typically loud in their thoughts that it's quite easy for Lestat to encourage their pages to unfurl and read them as plainly as though they were a book, but this human in particular is strangely... guarded? No, that isn't the word. It's more that he has a vagueness to him, or a blankness; one that Lestat hasn't ever come across in any kind of mortal he's met before. It's fascinating, and it's why Lestat is having a very hard time putting this one down. ]

I understand what you mean. Or rather, I understand the feeling you are explaining. You speak of this darkness as though it were a sentient thing, rather than just a metaphor for something. Is this true? Hmmm..

[ He tilts Demyx's head this way, and then that, trying to look for any difference in him that might make it clear how this aforementioned darkness came to be within him. ]

And when you say.. empty space -- what exactly left you to make it so empty, hm? Your soul?