"Demyx." He crossed his arms. "That's my name. That's the name you gave me."

He stared at him a moment, looking grim.

"That is really convenient for you. You've never known who I am. You've never cared, actually. Destroying other people's lives has never been something you worried about. I don't think charitably you can call me a victim, exactly, or anyone else."

He couldn't pretend he didn't cooperate, regardless of how coerced he was to do so.