"I'm... I'm Roxas, Olette," he said. "I'm Roxas. I... I mean, you know that, right? You and Pence and Hayner... you guys are my best friends. You... you didn't forget about me, did you? I mean..."

The feeling of extreme guilt intensified further, and Olette shifted uncomfortably. But at least she knew his name now. "Roxas...." she echoed slowly. That sounded right. The light throb in her head intensified for a moment and then died down. "It's strange...." Her gaze shifted to the floor; the crushing guilt wouldn't let her look him in the eyes. "I sort of remember you, but...." She paused, searching for the words. "It's like the memories aren't-" She stopped herself. Of course they were hers; who else's could they be?