[ Vanitas holds no compassion for this young man, because he holds none for anyone in Beacon. The nearest Vanitas can come to feeling something as warm as that takes the shape of something more hungry and obsessive. But that doesn't mean he can't recognize then use of other people, the asset their skillset can be— or the kindred shape another person takes. This guy might be the only individual in this forsaken town that matches Vanitas' darkness, and while that makes them far from friends, it reminds Vanitas of his other dark cohorts, and a desire for something, anything routine is what makes the glass of his helmet melt away to leave only the bracket framing his jaw.
Vanitas' expression is caught between derision and impatience. He gives M.K. a sturdy shove to to the chest, to make him back up. ]
You didn't seem so eager for death the last time we met.
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Vanitas' expression is caught between derision and impatience. He gives M.K. a sturdy shove to to the chest, to make him back up. ]
You didn't seem so eager for death the last time we met.
Have you changed your mind?