It was late at night. A night that happened to be just too warm to sleep with the covers on, but too cold to kick them off. Roxas lay fitfully on the bed, occasionally turning in an attempt to find an area of his bed he hadn't already used to leech the heat from his body. Finally he got up and went to his dresser to get a t-shirt to replace the long-sleeved standard issue pajama shirt.
"Who says Nobodies can't feel," he muttered to himself, chuckled, and then swore. He was too awake to fall back asleep now. He sighed, sat down on a chair, and began ruminating on the true meaning of the phrase 'Nobodies can't feel.'
"We can too. I mean, if we didn't feel, how can we make friends? If we truly didn't feel, we wouldn't care about each other. We wouldn't be Organization XIII; we'd be a group of thirteen people who happen to all be half beings." He leaned back, tilting the chair onto two legs.
"Maybe we just feel less. I don't think anyone has ever felt love here. Like Axel, he's my best friend, right? We're closer than just about anybody here. We actually do things together. I care about what happens to him. But, I would still always put myself before him. What I want, not willing to compromise. Well, actually, I compromise all the time with that stupid pyro, Jesus." He grinned at Axel's stubborn obnoxiousness.
"That's just 'cause he's annoying though. I don't compromise because I want us both to be satisfied with the day. With everyone else, it's definitely a matter of who has a better argument." He thought over all the members, and how they were different.
"Yeah, if we didn't have feelings, how could we be different? How could we have personalities? I mean, it doesn't make sense. Shouldn't the Heartless be the ones with feelings? The souls of people? But all they do is hunt for the light. They're simple animals. We should be the ones who look for hearts, not them." He paused, a new thought coming to his head.
"Oh. Well, there you go. Hearts and minds. The heartless leave the, the original without a heart. They are what peoples souls become when they don't have hearts. Nobodies are the minds of what is leftover. The rational section or whatever." He began to tap his fingers on the arms of the chair, satisfied with the notion.
"Hearts and heads. That's the difference between Nobodies and Heartless. They're the heart. We're the head."