"Clones," Vexen answered, satisfied with the loud thump he heard as Demyx hit the floor. Ah, at least Demyx was good for some slight amusement, but even this could not distract him from the troubles that plagued his mind. Vexen was obviously desperate to actually be open to the two neophytes, since he normally kept his work secret from everybody.

"I find it sad that you have to be told to do something before you'll do it. Shouldn't you care enough about getting your hearts back to be doing some research for yourselves instead of getting drunk in a bar?" Vexen pointed out, taking another swig of his drink. He wasn't a hypocrite - he earned this drink! "You could at least be doing something in the city. It doesn't exist for your pleasures."

Most likely, this was Vexen's off-hand way of telling Marluxia and Demyx to get off their asses and look for his missing experiments. Or at least offer some help. Granted, they couldn't do much if they didn't know what they were looking for.

The problem was that Vexen wasn't sure if it was safe to tell them what to look for.