[ He doesn't know how Ventus arrived here. Doesn't know that he'd been in the Realm of Darkness, or that it was that selfsame Darkness that overwhelmed him. He can conjecture what he was doing, if his ability to piece together a puzzle is anything to go by. He still has that memory of Sora, finding Kairi and giving himself up to oblivion. He knows Riku was looking for him when he ended up here. It's no stretch to think that Ventus had been doing the same thing.
When he straightens up, Vanitas uncrosses his arms, leaving them loose at his sides.
It's surreal, to be standing across from Ventus like this after so long. Even though they'd spoken not long ago, it still makes him feel strange to be looking into his eyes, to feel that something where previously, there had been some gaping, hemorrhaging wound inside of him, unhealing. A tether snapped. He has this bizarre desire to walk over and grab him by the shoulders, to make sure he's real, even though all signs point to the reality that he is. ]
You don't know the first thing about what makes this place bad.
[ He retorts too quickly, cutting, before seeming to reel himself back. That hospital... it's still too close. Vanitas is no stranger to pain, but even he can feel that something in him is just a little bit off kilter. Like the axis of a globe shifted just an inch to the right. ]
What are the bottles? What did you see in the dream?
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When he straightens up, Vanitas uncrosses his arms, leaving them loose at his sides.
It's surreal, to be standing across from Ventus like this after so long. Even though they'd spoken not long ago, it still makes him feel strange to be looking into his eyes, to feel that something where previously, there had been some gaping, hemorrhaging wound inside of him, unhealing. A tether snapped. He has this bizarre desire to walk over and grab him by the shoulders, to make sure he's real, even though all signs point to the reality that he is. ]
You don't know the first thing about what makes this place bad.
[ He retorts too quickly, cutting, before seeming to reel himself back. That hospital... it's still too close. Vanitas is no stranger to pain, but even he can feel that something in him is just a little bit off kilter. Like the axis of a globe shifted just an inch to the right. ]
What are the bottles? What did you see in the dream?