"I know we don't have hearts," Demyx snapped at him. "But this is a problem that I warned you about, and you treated me like I was stupid and then you went ahead and did something that caused the problem anyway, and now I have to deal with it, and that's why I'm pissed off." Demyx drew himself up, his eyes cold. "I'm not going to stand here and argue with you about how torture is wrong, because we don't have hearts, but if that's what we have to do to get our hearts back, then count me out. If I'm sinking that low to have something that will allow me basic human compassion, the point ends up being kind of moot."