"I don't really know anything about that." Demyx said openly, because he didn't, and whatever he remembered, it wasn't that. Those survivors, did he know them?

"Maybe." He shrugged helplessly. "Either way, I can't do it now and if I could, I wouldn't. Too much darkness now for these...heroics."

Demyx found a bag with his name on it and held it up triumphantly, before looking inside.