He didn't have an endless of supply of optimism, but he could fake it, and that was all that mattered. He appreciated being with someone who was being positive. It was a predicament, and Demyx was going to do what he did best - survive.

"I guess it's not really my call what happens to them." He murmured softly, there were some people he'd rather be free of, but the looming threat meant he'd have to bite his tongue on the matter.

"I wouldn't mind a whole new world myself."