Axel operated on a strict philosophy: Three could keep a secret.
He viewed his work with some satisfaction, licking the blood off the blades of one of his chakrams. All for the good of the Organization. It had been in Marluxia's best interests. Axel was no traitor. He simply played to the crowd.
What crowd? Whoever could see. He was a show-off. He had never denied it. He liked to make a splash, had to make a scene wherever he went. It had gotten him into trouble more than once with Xemnas, but the Superior trusted him. Well, that man never really trusted anyone. Smart cookie.
But anyway, back to Axel and the blood. This spot was tangy, still sparking with dulled electric shocks; this spot sweet and thick, just like he'd imagined it would be.
But I digress. Axel's philosophy was this: Three can keep a secret… if two of them were safely dead.
2x8: The Prompt that Never Was.