"I don't know." If there was one thing Naminé knew, it was honesty. Most of the time it was blunt honesty. That was just how she knew to live. "I don't know what she knew. I didn't know her very well at home, not alone." She would have liked to have known Xion better, but it just hadn't happened before.

"Maybe she might know someone else who could answer that." But who Naminé didn't know. Roxas' last sentence brought her head back up and she looked at him with sorrow in her eyes. She knew what it was like to feel worthless, to feel as though everyone was against you. The Organization had made her feel that on a daily basis; though she had been useful to them, she had also been someone they tormented, even going so far as to use their orders against her. She'd never been able to win around them. And then she'd met DiZ. He hadn't been any better. While he at least allowed her a little more freedom, he constantly reminded her that she wasn't supposed to exist, had never been meant to exist. She knew Roxas was a Nobody; she even knew whose Nobody he was. How was she supposed to explain something like that?

Now wasn't the time.

"If I knew, I'd tell you, Roxas." Her voice and her expression were sincere. She would have told him if she'd known. But she didn't know. They were both in the darkness about this one. "I don't understand any of this."