Why him? Why did they want him to do this too? Demyx peered from the shadows of the hood that concealed his identity. He had a perfect view of the Dancer’s rampage from the rooftops above. The Nobody stood solemnly and unmoving.
Was this really right? No… it had to be. These were the Superior’s orders. The Superior was right… He was always right… If Demyx followed his every order and did every task, he would get his heart back as promised. But now did he even deserve it? He questioned the boss’ orders, though they were private, meant only for himself. He wasn’t the right man for the job. He shouldn’t be here. But he had to be.
The Dancers were relentless, or so Demyx noticed. He had only told them to do what the Superior wanted: seek out a worthy target. Well… at least they seemed to be enjoying himself. Personally, Demyx just wanted to get this over with.
The Nobody shifted slightly, pulling the hood further down. At least he didn’t have to fight himself.
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Was this really right? No… it had to be. These were the Superior’s orders. The Superior was right… He was always right… If Demyx followed his every order and did every task, he would get his heart back as promised. But now did he even deserve it? He questioned the boss’ orders, though they were private, meant only for himself. He wasn’t the right man for the job. He shouldn’t be here. But he had to be.
The Dancers were relentless, or so Demyx noticed. He had only told them to do what the Superior wanted: seek out a worthy target. Well… at least they seemed to be enjoying himself. Personally, Demyx just wanted to get this over with.
The Nobody shifted slightly, pulling the hood further down. At least he didn’t have to fight himself.
At least he hoped not.