This fascinates him for more reasons than he can articulate. The snapshot into Sora's life, the fury on Dawn's face— and Vanitas knows it must be Dawn— when he faces that boy down. The way he put himself there, like some kind of sentinel.

The boy he'd met here, the one who had stayed only briefly before going the way of Kairi, had been full of this Darkness— but much more stabilized. Resigned to his fate.

And more than that— Naminé had acted without even stopping to think of the consequences. What a power, to be able to think of a thing and make it happen. Memory witch was right. Did she break his mind? Or his heart? Or both?

It's enough to drive him to seek her out, and when he finds her, he smiles— mean, and holds the opal up for her to see between two fingers.

"I have something of yours."