Vanitas doesn't really go out of his way to talk to people. Socialization for him isn't the kindness it is for most people in this place— when he reaches out, it's with a proverbial knife in his hand. Vanitas wants to cut up the people around him and make them hurt, not dissimilar to the way he does himself, all the time. Masaomi is an easy target, and he isn't the only one. People seem to think that all Vanitas wants is for them to be angry— but negativity comes in all shapes and sizes.

He sidles up next to Masaomi during the festivities, his yellow eyes glimmering bright in the unearthly shine of the aurora up above. All around them the spirits are celebrating, cheering. It goes on all through the would be day and would be night. He leans near, so that he doesn't have to shout over the happy jeering of the spirits.

"Did she die?" Vanitas asks, his voice like a little devil in Masaomi's ear. "When you were too scared to save her."