Demyx's Solo Dialogue

(The scene is set in the Flawless Military’s Gamma Training Facility. Recruits are gathered, practicing water and ice magic under Demyx’s supervision. A guitar is slung over his back, and he’s lounging near a crystalline fountain as he addresses the group.)

"Alright, listen up, rookies! This isn’t your typical ‘wave your hands and hope for the best’ kind of magic. Water and ice? They’re alive. Flowing. Freezing. Shaping. You don’t command them—you jam with them. Think of it like music. If you don’t feel the rhythm, you’re gonna sink, literally."

(He strums his guitar, and a gentle wave rises from the fountain, shaping into a shimmering ice sculpture of a wolf.)
"See that? Simple, elegant, and way cooler than trying to brute-force it. Get the vibe? Good. Now, someone show me what they’ve got before I start naming you all after vegetables."

(A recruit attempts to replicate the move but stumbles. Demyx chuckles and steps forward.)
"Close, but you’re too stiff! Water doesn’t like being bossed around. Try guiding it, not shoving it. Here, like this."

(He gracefully manipulates a stream of water, turning it into a coiling dragon that bursts into a cloud of mist.)
"Boom. Easy-peasy. Now, keep practicing while I… supervise."

(He sits back down, strumming his guitar lazily, then starts mumbling to himself.)
"Man, I miss the Waterboys. Terranort’s off playing bureaucrat, and Xaldin’s all about ‘discipline this, focus that.’ Vanitas? He just wants to smash his drums into oblivion. Honestly, if it weren’t for Xehanort occasionally joining in on keyboards, I’d probably lose my mind. Well, more than I already have."

(He glances at a photograph of Larxene tucked into his guitar case and smirks.)
"And Larxene? What a piece of work. One second, she’s calling me useless, and the next… she comes in my room at night wanting some physical company. Not sure what to make of it, does she love or hate me.