"SOLDIER? Your Organization?" the capital O was evident his his tone. Roxas thought he understood something of Zack's tone when he spoke about his old team.

He saw the pride Zack had in his sword. It was the same kind of pride they'd all had in their weapons. Roxas and Sora and the keyblade. Axel and his chakram. Even Zexion and his supid Lexicon.

"I don't know..." he repeated. He wanted...he wanted to want something. "I want Axel here, but that's not a dream is it? That's just missing someone." He wanted to be normal? But that wasn't a dream either. "I want to be my own person. Not someone's nobody. I just want to be Roxas."