Time was really a finicky thing. One could never be too sure if time was on their side or against them. More often than not, time was against the organization XIII and it probably would always be like that. After all when had time saved anyone from destiny?
Time had always been like chains to Naminé, chains that held her tightly as she worked to undo Sora's memories or something close enough to it to please Marluxia. If she kept Marluxia pleased, he would protect her from the other members but really the only protection she needed was really from Larxene.
Naminé had never been good at defending herself, so she would have been a hopeless warrior; she was a princess in all matters of the word. Larxene was a fighter and certainly not a force to be taken lightly; there was no doubt that she was a force to be reckoned with. Half of the organization could testify to this, after all you didn't get the title of savage nymph by standing around and looking pretty.
Lexaeus when he had to deal with her always treated her like a delicate flower. It was almost liked he fear that he might accidentally hurt her but really Naminé wasn't too worried. After all, Lexaeus had lots of experience dealing with delicate, fragile things.
Speaking of fragile things, Zexion was the organization member that would spend the least of the time near her and whenever it was his turn to watch her, he always had an aloof expression on his face. Almost, like it was a burden to be in the same room. Naminé was almost certain the reason was because they were too similar to each other.
On the other hand, Vexen was the least like her. Naminé didn't like the idea of being trapped in a single room while Vexen seem to yearn for it. At times, he seemed almost obsessed with finishing his experiments. This was the most emotion he would show at all.
Axel however could be quite expressive when he wanted to. Naminé had realized that when Axel was with favourable company. Favourable company in Axel's mind was only Roxas. Axel could be quite picky about his company after all. Sometimes Naminé wondered if Axel could miss Roxas, since he couldn't technically feel anything. It was probably for the best not to dwell too much on the subject anyway, instead Naminé had drawn Axel a picture. The only picture she had drawn that had absolutely nothing to do with altering any of Sora's memories.
Time eventually unfolded and slowly began to eat away at the organization member's existence. It was almost startling how fast it came upon them almost like a plague. Naminé had never thought that she would be exempted from the plague because after all she was a nobody too. Perhaps, it was grace or maybe something more but she had been spared from it. However she never expected to be saved by another princess, never mind her other self.