The pause in their conversation and the silence that followed afterwards was just what Larxene was looking for. “It’s so sad, really.” She said, grinning. “The way they’ve kept such an important detail from you, my precious little witch, knowing how close you were to XIII.”

But not her. She would tell Naminé anything she wanted to know.

Why keep the truth hidden when it was so wonderfully devastating?

“Hmm, I wonder who’ll be next to follow our departed traitor.” With disappearances being so sudden and unpredictable, it really could be anybody. Though Larxene did have some picks as to who she’d like to see gone.

“Superior, the key bearer, VIII himself…”

Hopefully, Axel would stay long enough to make him pay for what he’d done in Castle Oblivion.

“Oh! Maybe that cute Other of yours, the one with the red hair. What was her name again?”