Hey, don't worry about it! It's not like you gave me my marching orders or took a Keyblade to me, right? Or chakram, I guess. Whatever.
[It's Myde that provides the laughter, waving a hand at Lea in airy dismissal. He always had been a bit exemplary of those traits, hadn't he? Demyx had been so disconnected from everything, so absolutely uncaring, so fully set adrift..... He might have been the one least grounded in and concerned about things going on around him, if Xemnas hadn't taken the cake for it.
It's different, now, but not as much as it probably should be--Myde is still..... off, just a little. There's still something just a bit slick and hollow about him, just a little too careless. Nothing really seems to matter to him, even as exaggerated as he habitually acts. His own death is the only thing that prompts anything resembling real depth of emotional response from him so far, and even that looks almost superficial somehow, bitterness and resentment quick to be glossed over by reassurance.
Demyx had died, of course--Myde had his heart back, now that he'd been reborn. But either Myde has always been a pitch-perfect chameleon, right down to the cheesy good cheer and seemingly clumsy acting, or he's just always had a somewhat slack connection to his own heart and emotions right from the very beginning.
The busboy pauses and raises an eyebrow at Myde, questioning; this time, it's his turn to get waved off, as Myde raises both hands in a warding gesture. smiling encouragingly until he scurries off to grab Lea his drinks.]
It's cool, it's cool! I'm off the clock, don't worry about it.
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[It's Myde that provides the laughter, waving a hand at Lea in airy dismissal. He always had been a bit exemplary of those traits, hadn't he? Demyx had been so disconnected from everything, so absolutely uncaring, so fully set adrift..... He might have been the one least grounded in and concerned about things going on around him, if Xemnas hadn't taken the cake for it.
It's different, now, but not as much as it probably should be--Myde is still..... off, just a little. There's still something just a bit slick and hollow about him, just a little too careless. Nothing really seems to matter to him, even as exaggerated as he habitually acts. His own death is the only thing that prompts anything resembling real depth of emotional response from him so far, and even that looks almost superficial somehow, bitterness and resentment quick to be glossed over by reassurance.
Demyx had died, of course--Myde had his heart back, now that he'd been reborn. But either Myde has always been a pitch-perfect chameleon, right down to the cheesy good cheer and seemingly clumsy acting, or he's just always had a somewhat slack connection to his own heart and emotions right from the very beginning.
The busboy pauses and raises an eyebrow at Myde, questioning; this time, it's his turn to get waved off, as Myde raises both hands in a warding gesture. smiling encouragingly until he scurries off to grab Lea his drinks.]
It's cool, it's cool! I'm off the clock, don't worry about it.