Demyx with his identity a secret motioned his head towards the stranger. Who was she and how had he never seen her here before? He would warp from one place to the next never staying around for to long in order to complete his objective such as recon work mostly so it was possible he had missed spotting her in the world. Starring at her with one arm clutched across the handle of his instrument, he didn’t see her as a threat since she complimented his playing.

“And don’t you have another failed coup to plan with Marluxia?” Demyx shot back with a simple roll of his eyes afterward. Larxene was cruel and vindictive, but Demyx wasn’t at least one that tried to rule over the organization with some scheme. Ever since he came back into the organization a darker and more sardonic persona rose from within him afterwards. It was mostly from the effects of what he had to become now.