He turns, not chasing Riku but keeping his whole attention on the other boy, made obvious the way he keeps facing him no matter where he goes. Vanitas tracks his movement, his eyes boring into the back of his head, like he could see through all that silver hair and decipher the expression Riku isn't showing him anymore. Or maybe like he could reach into his head and pry the answers he wants from it just by look alone.

"You went all the way out there and you didn't even try to get inside?" He sounds angry about it, incredulous. Vanitas just can't wrap his head around the fact nobody else seems to understand what he does: they might live in the town, they might have the bonfire, but the real base of operations must be that Lighthouse. It must be the woman that runs it, that single-handedly holds all the power over them, life and death, the only other source of light.

He has no example to measure what the keeper is, or what she might represent, beyond the examples he's been shown through Xehanort. To his mind, she must be just like him.