Vanitas exhales thinly, long and slow, from between his teeth. It comes out like a hiss, and he does this a couple more times when he realizes the soothing quality it has— which maybe shouldn't be so surprising. He's learned breathing techniques like this from his Master for battle. Even before, when he hadn't been as arguably human as he is here, it didn't mean he couldn't feel pain, or break bones or skin.
But it also means that he has to stand and listen to what Bruce is saying to him. It's a little strange, to hear; this idea that he could have something good, while being so dark. Vanitas doesn't think he shies away from going after what he wants— but he also just doesn't understand that he hasn't had the opportunity to do it. Being here, in Beacon, has been an exercise in living.
Vanitas does go after what he wants, in baby steps. Food, and sleeping in a bed, and now alcohol— things that are so simple, but have an enormous impact on him.
"I know that," He finally says, his voice gone low for the tenderness in his belly and his head. All this excitement is exhausting. He wants to go back to bed. "You think I don't just take what I want?"
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But it also means that he has to stand and listen to what Bruce is saying to him. It's a little strange, to hear; this idea that he could have something good, while being so dark. Vanitas doesn't think he shies away from going after what he wants— but he also just doesn't understand that he hasn't had the opportunity to do it. Being here, in Beacon, has been an exercise in living.
Vanitas does go after what he wants, in baby steps. Food, and sleeping in a bed, and now alcohol— things that are so simple, but have an enormous impact on him.
"I know that," He finally says, his voice gone low for the tenderness in his belly and his head. All this excitement is exhausting. He wants to go back to bed. "You think I don't just take what I want?"