As bad as things had been at the Organization she had at least understood things there. And even when she found out things were lies, there were still enough other things she understood - even if they were bad things - that she could get her mind around the situation. Sometimes. But first at the school, then here, she had so few anchors that she often seemed to be falling, unable to find roof under her boots. At the school she had two. Him and Roxas. And even they were different than she remembered in some ways. Enough the same to still be them, still be her best friends. Maybe she could have handled the other different if everything else had made sense, but it hadn't.

Then they came here and things made even less sense, and Roxas... didn't remember and then vanished...

She had to see things through the lens of the past, because the present made no sense and kept changing too fast for her to follow. She wondered, sometimes, if things would be easier if she still had Sora's memories. Those flashes had been confusing but there had also been something almost solid there, almost. But they were gone now. All she had left was Axel and what she knew about herself. But he kept telling her that none of that was true. It was all too much, too different. When he said she could go, she knew he wanted her to stay. And she wanted to for him. But after a moment hesitation she gave in and fled. She ran away, back to their room, to hide in her bed, hoping for something that would make sense.