[ He and Sora had been out there, had followed the ferry as far as they could before losing sight of it— and they hadn't seen anything like that. Only the choppy waves and the rain, and that strange, black figure standing on the waves that Vanitas had felt himself shy from interacting with after his last encounter with an unknown entity.

It could be the distance from that time is making him bolder, feeling the flicker of desire to go out and find the answers himself. Or maybe its his growing, desperate need to fill up this emptiness growing inside of him.

Why did it help them? Was it a spirit? Was it related the World Eaters in some way? To that figure he'd seen?

Thinking of it too much makes his head ache. Or maybe that's the hangover. This is the first time he's left the museum in probably a week. Vanitas squints out at the ferry, and this time it has more to do with his headache than his curiousity. Derisively, he says: ]

You're probably lucky it didn't capsize your boat. Would've been pretty pathetic to die again before you ever made it to shore.