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"He… was the only one I liked…"

In retrospect, it was the truth. While he could tolerate them all for different lengths of time depending on who it was, Roxas had been the sole member of the organization that he really truly "liked". If only because Demyx didn't count.

He didn't "like" Demyx, because his feelings – funny, the word was really and truly laughable after so long – for the water-user were far different from any "like" he felt for the Keyblade wielder. It was hard to really describe what his reaction to the blond sitarist actually was, but he remembered enough from Lae to know that words like "friendship" or "companionship", things felt for long-dead once-friends from another lifetime, were nothing like what he "felt" for Demyx.

With Roxas, they were identical.

The echoes he felt towards XIII were similar to the way Lae had felt towards his best friend, or maybe even his brother; the reactions to number IX felt something like the crush he had once had on a blond gypsy boy, magnified a hundred times and then diluted and polluted by his missing heart.

So, no, Axel didn't "like" anybody but Roxas in the Organization, and he didn't… well…

Demyx was just special.

"He made me feel... like I had a heart…"

Yes, Roxas made him feel like he had a heart, and gave him hope; hope towards the possibility of being just like the blonde and maybe having one again.

The thing was, Demyx made him feel that he actually did have one.