"Have you seen Mr Slater?" he asked me. I could feel the blood rush from my face. I hadn't seen him, but I hadn't stopped thinking about him, since we said goodbye.

"No. Why would I have? I killed him!" I said, all too quickly.

"I know what happened." He said, quietly. Silence. I knew I couldn't overpower him, so I didn't fight.

"So what happens now?" I asked, preparing for the worst. But I needn't have worried.

"I won't tell Xemnas." He said, plonking down, next to me.

"How did you find out? How long have you known?" I enquired, legitimately curious.

"Ever since - I made it happen." He replied, simply. I stopped time. I let him escape, and told you how he should. He gave you my heart, which you came here to dispose of."

"Not dispose of!" I cried indignantly. "Mr Slater wanted you to take the heart back, right? Well, he wanted me to take it instead, so I could go back to those rooms and stay with him. But I wanted to do it as me, and get a heart to know I loved him, not with your heart as you, and ever since, I've wanted to go to his place, just to say hello, but it would be cheating. So I came here, to tie it away, and then you could come and get it if you wanted later on. Because that's what he really wanted. Why did you help him go?"

Luxord sighed heavily, and answered.

"When you're a nobody, you have feelings, you just forget what they're like: that's why you need to get a heart, to test your love." He began. "But Xemnas and Vexen have forgotten completely, and I, out of fear, took their side in the argument, when they jealously snubbed you off. But I hadn't forgotten the difference between right and wrong. That was wrong, and I freed Mr Slater as an apology. Ever since, it's been eating me away, so… I came to tell you."

The skies were now black, and cloudless. The moon was full.

We talked about things. Like how guilty I felt for Larxene, after her death and inability to be restored to her heart, and how nobody knew how Roxas was bearing up: he'd left little over a week ago…

"I don't want that heart." Luxord had randomly brought it up again. I shrugged.

"You don't have to have it." I said. "But you're more than welcome to take it if you'd want. I know I don't want it. Just promise me… you'll consider it."

I was lying down. I don't remember when it happened, but it was, and Luxord was laying on top of me, leaning over to my mouth, his lips forward…

"I promise." I felt the rough texture of his moustache against my chin as he moved in. I liked it. But he looked guilty. "Are you okay with this?" He asked, rolling off, back onto the static sea.

"Yeah. Right now, I don't know what I feel for you. Love? Passion? 'Wow, he's got a nice moustache'? I don't know what I feel for Mr Slater, either. But it's different. You're not the same. You can't replace him, and he'll never be like you. And that's the only way I'd have it." He smiled, and rolled onto me again. "Be gentle…"

I woke up in Luxord's room. Oops.

There was a Heartless battle in Hollow Bastion. Roxas's impostor, or alter ego, or whatever was going to be there, undoubtedly. It was my mission to make him remember who he was. I waved 'bye' to a very, very tired Luxord, and returned to my room, to get dressed: shirt, trousers, coat, and brogues. All the usual stuff.

Meeting Xigbar, a close friend of mine, now, he told me that Roxas was just by the bailey in Hollow Bastion. I grinned to my friend, bid him a jokey salute, and set about restoring Roxas, and summoned a portal to take me there.