'Us'. Marluxia heard that little slip in Zexion's speech and a smirk touched the corner of his lips. While Zexion still thought that way, he wasn't going to get out of the Palace any time soon. He'd have to be more careful.

Marluxia didn't point it out, yet. Instead, he nodded, just the once. "I don't intend to be left behind," he said, shifting his weight and moving that fraction closer to Zexion, his voice dropping slightly, "and you need an ally, if not a friend. We both find ourselves embroiled in the affairs of a clan which claims among its ordinary members people who make Xemnas' megalomania look like a quaint peccadillo."

There was no love lost between them, but Marluxia was not opposed to an alliance of convenience. Especially when there were the likes of Aizen, L, and Gin prowling the halls. He needed something from Zexion, and Zexion, right now, if he ever wished to get out of this Palace, needed someone on his side.