[ They don't talk, not really. It doesn't matter that they'd both gone out to search for Sora, or that they'd been at one another's throats after the expedition to the Lighthouse— and it certainly doesn't matter that Riku had been there, however briefly, when Vanitas just started his haunting of the church.
If Vanitas could turn his own pain outward, he might take it upon himself to follow Riku around— the last tie to their world— just to make sure he could keep a finger on the pulse of what he's doing. But the fact is, the yawn in his chest has been so all consuming that Vanitas hasn't cared to do it.
He isn't expecting to see that slash of silver, sliding in next to him like he has every right to be there. Vanitas turns his eyes on him, derisively glancing at his empty glass before going back to his face. Who healed you. Vanitas still has the scar Elden left him, a broad sun with a pinched center in the middle of his chest. Sometimes it still aches. Vanitas isn't sure if that's just because it's a new scar, or because it had been light poured directly into his body. ]
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If Vanitas could turn his own pain outward, he might take it upon himself to follow Riku around— the last tie to their world— just to make sure he could keep a finger on the pulse of what he's doing. But the fact is, the yawn in his chest has been so all consuming that Vanitas hasn't cared to do it.
He isn't expecting to see that slash of silver, sliding in next to him like he has every right to be there. Vanitas turns his eyes on him, derisively glancing at his empty glass before going back to his face. Who healed you. Vanitas still has the scar Elden left him, a broad sun with a pinched center in the middle of his chest. Sometimes it still aches. Vanitas isn't sure if that's just because it's a new scar, or because it had been light poured directly into his body. ]
Why? Planning on doing something else stupid?