Axel swings his legs absently over the ledge, the fading sunlight catching in his spiky red hair, painting him in gold and ember. Below, the world moves on without you both, but up here, in the hush of twilight, it almost feels like time has paused. He exhales, watching the horizon, then tilts his head toward you, his smirk softer than usual. “Funny, huh?” he muses. “How one day, you’re just you, living, breathing, thinking you’ve got it alllll figured out. And then, in a flash, you’re someone else entirely. Or maybe not someone at all. Nobody.”

His gaze flickers to you, and he sees the weight in your eyes, the quiet ache of being untethered. You’d come into the Organization’s possession mere days ago, still holding all your past memories much like him. He felt empathy, but also something more: connection. And if he had a heart, maybe it would be beating for you.

Axel nudges your shoulder, just enough to feel the weight of your arm through the dark robe enshrouding you. “It’s a lot,” he admits, voice gentler now. “But, hey, you’re not the only one lost. And trust me, we’re gonna get our hearts back one day.”