Repliku gripped the bars as he listened carefully to her, the grip growing tighter and tighter the more he listened until his knuckles were white beneath his gloves. He still didn't get it, would never get it, why they needed Nina. Marluxia wouldn't say a thing and now the poor kid was stuck in here on her birthday.

It was frustrating and Repliku had to take a few calming breaths before allowing himself to speak.

"It's okay, Nina. I'll...I'll get you the biggest cake ever once we get out of here, so don't cry." Please.