"I haven't said nearly as much as I could. I haven't even said anything hateful." Demyx breathed.

"I didn't come here to offer a truce, no. I wanted to confront you but it's not worth it. You don't even know anything, so what's the point?" He wasn't going to deny it.

"Who am I gonna play innocent to? Lea?" He snorted. "Please. We're friends but he has his own beef with Xehanort and I don't know that he cares about mine." Demyx was never sure about that.

"I don't want the last eight years or so of my life to be all I am. If you don't want a truce, then that's fine. Ignore me. Most people do." It was exceptionally good for blending into the background.