The blue-eyed thing just nestled closer to Demyx, letting out another of those metal whimpers as he looked up at the kid.
"...s.. bad things... d... the computer... ma.. st.. I read... scary..."
He'd read about all kinds of things, like wars and all that, but that stuff he'd read in those files from the computer was a bit too much. Why would they do that? Even if that information was well around ten years old, it still bothered him... they'd done all that likely around the same time he'd been there, unaware. He wasn't sure if he should have felt guilty or just exceedingly disgusted.