Axel didn't tell me about you, or Sora, or Riku, or—I told you, anything.

I guess now I know why.

[Roxas pulls his knees up to his chest and rests his chin between them, hiding his expression.

He and Axel were friends. He knows that. But there's so much more he doesn't know—does it even matter anymore?]

How should I know what they thought? It was easier for them back then if I was clueless—and I was.

Before the team left for Castle Oblivion, I was only there for three weeks. Axel and me were kind of friends, but it was different. I could hardly even talk my first day, and I barely knew my own name. A week after I arrived, I couldn't remember having ice cream with Axel—just seven days later. By the time he came back, I was just glad he was there at all. I didn't ask questions.

[He really had been a zombie then. More than that—he'd been a baby, a newborn infant who walked like a teenager but wasn't really one. What would he have been like if Sora hadn't gotten his heart back? Roxas figured he'd never know for sure.]

I would have told you if I knew Zexion had personal business with you.