[ Like these things usually do, it happens all at once. After he spots that green-eyed spirit, Vanitas' teeth are on edge. He knew what was out there, and it isn't going to stop him from doing his job, but that doesn't stop the fear from sitting in the base of his spine. It's good, though. He can use that.

Vanitas inhales deeply and opens his palms at his sides. He digs deep into the well of his own anguish, reaches into all the despair Sora has been pouring into him for weeks, and hoists it all up to the surface. Darkness pours out of him like a dam that's been broken, flooding out of him like he's bleeding all over the ground. It spreads out, curling around the ankles of anyone standing close by, reaching out yards in either direction— and out of the black rise his Unversed. They range in size: small, fast, large, airborne— when he's amassed around thirty or so, he stops. All of them vibrate and twitch on the spot, like they're itching to take off and are just waiting for the sign. ]

Don't worry if they're destroyed, I'll make more of them.

And whatever you do, don't go after that thing with the green eyes.

[ Vanitas doesn't need to have met it specifically to believe he knows what it is, what it represents. ]

It'll kill you.