Demyx got tired of the tossing and turning. He was stubbornly holding out against going back to the Cornerstone room—and he had no idea why he thought he had to go down there in the first place. But the thought gnawed at him, in the back of his mind and in the hollow space where his heart was supposed to be. He just knew that going back downstairs would get him wrapped up in some crazy world-saving plot! So he wasn't going to. Nope. Not at all. He was absolutely not getting out of bed. Or going into the hallway. Or going down those stairs—seriously, they looked... okay fine they looked perfectly safe, all well-lit and evenly spaced and just the right height for comfortably walking down, no matter how lanky one's legs might be. Not that his were particularly lanky, considering he was one of the shorter members of the Organization. But he still wasn't going down those stairs.
"What am I doing here?" he whined to himself as he stared at the doors to the Hall of the Cornerstone. He knew perfectly well what he was doing there. He was going in, against his better judgement, despite the risk that he'd get hauled off into danger again. And he was doing that because he had that itch, that vague thought that if he went into the same room with that Cornerstone it would... maybe not stop, but at least start feeling better. And that was weird, because Nobodies didn't have hearts, so they couldn't feel.
But if that was true...
Then why did he say that to Sora all that time ago?
The Melodious Nocturne fidgeted for a moment more, scratching at the back of his head, kicking at the floor, grumbling to himself. All of it just delaying the inevitable.
He opened the door.