Axel looked around his new surroundings. He was standing in a strange, white world. There were a few people scattered here and there, but he noticed no one of interest.
"Well, if it isn't the traitor. How do you like death?" A voice said from behind him.
"What do you want Xaldin?"
"Oh, I'm just welcoming you."
"Well then, if you really want to know, its less interesting then I expected."
"It is different than I expected too. Of course, I didn't think that Nobodies had an afterworld, but still, I expected your answer to be more interesting."
Axel turned around to face his former teammate, but instead of seeing the old Wind Lancer, he saw a bent man with long, free hair falling in his face. He did not have the old gleam in his eyes. They looked much duller. His cloak was tattered and torn, giving him the appearance of a stray dog.
"What happened to you?" he asked the beaten up man.
"The Superior came, and Marluxia has begun their old feud. The Organization is at war."
"How pointless can you get? You can't die if you're already dead."
"Well, that's what you think, but it seems that dying when your dead means you no longer exist. It's already happened to Vexen and Xigbar."
"What about Roxas?"
"Roxas never died."
"Yes. Namine never came either."
Axel smiled at the thought of this. Roxas and Namine never came. This meant that they had met their true selves.
"So, which side of the war are you taking."
"Neither would take me."
"Well then, I guess you'll experience a second death." Xaldin's spears materialized around him, but before he could strike Axel, The Spiky haired nobodies chakram was in the Wind Lancer stomach. Xaldin began to dissolve, and the last thing he heard was Axel's mocking voice telling him one thing.
"Memorize this Xaldin, death is overrated."