[He can't leave Demyx here. He can't. That's always been Lea's problem: he can never just leave anyone well enough alone. Because if he does, then he will be alone.]
[Being alone, for Lea, is unspeakable horror.]
[He looks up at Demyx, and after about one sentence, starts nodding. Part of him is agreeing because he genuinely does like the Nobody and wants to help out, and that's great and all -- but another part of him is agreeing because he's a selfish bastard, and being alone in the snow is a very special kind of hell.]
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[Being alone, for Lea, is unspeakable horror.]
[He looks up at Demyx, and after about one sentence, starts nodding. Part of him is agreeing because he genuinely does like the Nobody and wants to help out, and that's great and all -- but another part of him is agreeing because he's a selfish bastard, and being alone in the snow is a very special kind of hell.]
Yeah. Strength in numbers, you know?