[ He eases his hold once her eyes roll back and she goes limp, dead weight in his palm. There's no real change in his expression, beyond a slight narrowing of his eyes, and Vanitas carries her those last few steps forward to her memorial— where he unceremoniously drops her without taking heed where she might land.
As he pulls the knife out, blood comes with it. It's not the first time he's seen his own blood, and probably won't be the last, but he tosses the blade down next to her body with a clatter and presses his palm against the wound to cycle darkness back into his body and stitch it up.
When he finally leaves the gravesite, satisfied with his discovery, the only other thing left behind is a little inconspicuous rock in front of her shrine. ]
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As he pulls the knife out, blood comes with it. It's not the first time he's seen his own blood, and probably won't be the last, but he tosses the blade down next to her body with a clatter and presses his palm against the wound to cycle darkness back into his body and stitch it up.
When he finally leaves the gravesite, satisfied with his discovery, the only other thing left behind is a little inconspicuous rock in front of her shrine. ]