"I don't know!" Demyx squeaked a little, keeping a bit of greater distance between them because if Axel did want to lose his temper and take it out on him, he wanted enough time for a head's up to defend himself. After all, Axel's fire was something he was vulnerable to.

Mostly, he watched Axel burn out his frustration and anger and when the bandana and water was tossed to him he took them and tucked them into his pockets. That was why they were out there? They needed his music?

He wasn't sure what to make of that because usually everyone thought his music was a waste of time and a useless skill. He was full of pride for it, as much pride as a heartless being could have.

"I'm not going to fade out on you." He promised, wiping his brow. Melt, maybe, but he thought he could stay on his feet.