"Hot..." she started following him, but her voice tailed off when he took off his jacket and shoes. Her jaw almost fell off. They slept in their coat and boots and gloves, they ate in them, did missions in them, watched the sun set in them. So she was just... starring. Stunned. Don't mind her as she tries to remember how to talk.

It was... it was so odd seeing Roxas like that... like the people they used to watch at sunset. Like the people she saw on missions sometimes. Like... the word hit her like a gut punch. Like people. Like a person. Like a SOMEBODY. But... but they weren't. They didn't get to... Her train of thought was again derailed by the sight of the cat. It... she didn't have a word for it... but... she... there was something... she looked at it and..., something. But she didn't have the words. Her reaction to the cat made no sense to her. Was she more broken than she had been told?

And... why... why did she want to touch it...? Just because it was named Axel?