"I'm doing this all for me. Not…"
Naminé barely begins that thought before quieting down. Not the Organization, she would've said- Zexion can read her almost as well as a book. Not Marluxia or Larxene, that is, Naminé would've added when she saw the reprimanding look Zexion would've worn after the unsaid comment.
Then there would've been a slight edge of sarcasm on overcomplicated words as Zexion returned to his lexicon, any small confessions forgotten-
"I'm doing this solely to further my personal interests as well, Naminé."
"What?"
And he won't be as careless with his comments as she is, Naminé knows, but she's going to decode that odd half-smile someday.