Letting his assertiveness to the forefront was not Demyx's specialty. His specialty was hiding and skulking around and not drawing ire. It would be stupid to let his emotions - ones that he'd argue he didn't have - take over.

He wasn't thiking calmly. The blast was deflected with a wall of water, and he responded in kind, sending more water at this monologuing asshole.

"Do you think you're special or something?" He cried out. "People lose stuff all the time, and..." He breathed. "Taking it out on people who have nothing to do with it isn't fair."

He recognized that, at least, because he knows. He did it at someone else's direction for years.

"Nothing you do is going to fix what happened."