Sometimes Roxas wondered how he put up with the constant teasing, the threats, the disapproving looks from Zexion, the cruel laughs from Larxene, the warnings from the Superior, the paranoid pleads from Demyx, the predictions of bad luck from Luxord, and the persistent barrage of winks and nudges from Axel - especially the barrage of winks and nudges from Axel. Whenever the subject came up, it never failed, and sometimes Number XIII found it nearly unbearable.
But then he looked at Naminé, and he remembered - always with a smile - Because she's my everything. That's how.