Naminé watches the Replica go through his usual motions with her, of greetings and deep devotion. Watches Sora go on and on through each and every floor between them, passion rolling off him like heat waves and tangible enough for her to be caught up in rebellion and send memories fluttering off the newly-forged chain.
And across the stretch of pale table, Zexion watches her watch them, sneering at the overly emotional display. He doesn't lash out with sarcasm, not yet, even when he can also sense the rampant feelings in stark contrast to the nothingness he can offer to her.
He still soundlessly opens a portal for her, to let her visit her adoring subjects, and only once she's out of sight does he complain that, for all his effort, he isn't any closer to getting his heart back.