AN: Sorry it took so long!

Namine woke up slowly, although she wasn't sure she had, at first, because the room was so interminably dark. When she heard the voice was when she knew she had woken.

"You too, huh?" it said, and muttered some unrepeatable words.

"Roxas?" said Namine, sitting up slowly. She could just barely make out a glint of light off of blond hair. "Is that you?"

"As far as I know." said Roxas. "But you can't trust my memory."

"What happened? Did Xemnas get you?"

Roxas rolled his eyes, mostly because he knew Namine couldn't see him. "No, I walked in here all by myself and decided to sleep in this nice, comfy cell." Something slammed against iron bars with a resounding clang. "What do you think happened?" he yelled.

"I'm sorry." she whispered, once the echoes had died. "I was coming to save you."

"Yeah, that worked."

"Axel's been turned into a Dusk." she said, in the hopes of getting Roxas to care. There was a long, dark pause.

"Good." said Roxas. "He tried to kill me."

"He didn't." she objected. "Axel would never hurt you." She thought about this, and added: "On purpose."

"I don't care." Roxas muttered, and there was the sound of him turning away.

Namine rose slowly, testing the strength of her legs; she was able to stand without difficulty, but walking presented a challenge. She stumbled towards the light that glinted off of Roxas's hair, and ran smack into a heavy set of iron bars. She explored them with her hands thoroughly, and found that they were too close-set to slip between, to heavy to bend, especially with her physique.

"Roxas, why are we in different cells?" she asked.

"Why don't you ask the Superior? He ordered us put in here. I'm sure he'll be glad to hear from you, especially about Axel."

"The Organization is trying to kill Axel because he rescued you." Namine snapped. "You could show a little gratitude."

"Maybe I didn't want to be rescued. Maybe I liked living a lie."

"Twilight Town is real. At least, there's a real version. Hayner, Pence, Olette-- everyone exists, they've just . . . never met you. I could take you there."

"No thanks." said Roxas, petulantly.

"Fine. If that's how you're going to be."

"Maybe it is."

"Fine."

"Fine."

A few minutes passed in silence.

"Why is it so dark?" Roxas asked eventually.

"I don't know. Saix usually keeps it as bright in here as in the rest of the castle."

"Probably just mind-games."

"Probably."

"Can't you open up one of those bubble-things and get us out of here?"

"Bubble--? Oh, those. I can try." Namine tried. For a moment, a bubble of lighter darkness opened in the prison gloom, and then popped. "Apparently not."

"Huh." said Roxas. "Should've known."

Suddenly, the chamber was brilliant with light, and both Roxas and Namine cried out and shielded their eyes.

"Well well," said the newcomer, footsteps ringing on the polished marble floor, "someone's been trying to escape. Don't you like it here, Namine?"

"Let us go, Saix!" she cried, reaching through the bars as though to scratch his eyes out with her fingernails.

He smiled at her, the white x-shaped scar on his forehead wrinkling his face oddly as he did so. "Ah, no." said Saix. "What would be the point in that? You've only just arrived."

There was a sound like a mirror's throat being cut. Saix turned, a look of mild interest in his yellow eyes. Roxas was standing in his cell, dirtied and cut and bruised, hair mussed, face contorted in rage, the Keyblade gleaming in his trembling hands.

"At last, the Keyblade master appears." said Saix. "Tell me, Roxas, what does it feel like to be a traitor? If you would only agree to rejoin us, not only would you be safe, but this girl--" he gestured to Namine-- "would be safe, and Axel could be restored to his true shape. Isn't that what you want?"

"Shut up or I'll kill you." Roxas growled.

Kill him now, whispered the Keyblade, humming with anticipation. Use me, kill him now.

"I'm terrified." Saix said blandly. "Although it is a treat to watch your memories return. That readheaded failure certainly wasn't--"

The Keyblade scythed through the air, whizzing between the bars of the cell as though built to fit. It struck the wall directly behind where Saix's head had been, slicing off a lock of blue hair and cracking the white marble, ringing like a death-knell. Saix stared at Roxas, and Namine had the sudden urge to laugh and applaud while the giant key clattered to the floor.

"He fights," said Saix, not without considerable relish. "Roxas, if your memories were still far-gone, I could forgive you for that. However, as things stand, I must treat you as I treat any traitor." Something large and spiked appeared in Saix's hands, Namine was too distraught to really name it as anything. It looked like death on a stick. "You first, then the girl, and then Axel."

"Really?" said Roxas. The Keyblade was suddenly back in his hands, and he mirrored its uncanny grin. "I'd hate to take all the fun, but I don't think I can resist killing you for that long."

"We shall see." Saix said, and, just as he was about to smash the bars of Roxas's cell and Roxas in one fell swoop, was suddenly distracted. He stared at the ceiling for a few moments, and then let out something that could only be called a growl of frustration. "There will be time to kill you later," he said to Roxas, as his death-stick vanished into thin air. "Right now I have more pressing matters to attend to." He turned to Namine, put two fingers to his forehead, and bowed. "Until next time." he said, and departed.

Roxas fell back into a sitting position while the Keyblade evaporated. Namine slid down the bars of her cell, shaking with relief.

Roxas turned to Namine and, after confirming that they were both uninjured, said the most sensible and obvious sentence he had ever uttered in his life.

"We have to get out of here."