[Impossible to mistake Vanitas for anyone else with those rough manners and uncannily strange powers of his, no matter how many people he shares his face with. M.K. doesn't think he'll ever get used to it--his way of making and unmaking things out of shadow. Considering his first exposure to said power had been getting ambushed by it in the form of the Unversed, he'd have every reason to be wary of it had they not come to terms since then. Vanitas hadn't been out to attack him specifically. So long as that remains the case he can forgive the other aiming his hostility wherever else he wants.
For all that, Vanitas couldn't deliver a better sucker punch than that observation. In the hot burst of surprise and chagrin that follows, he takes the shove without much fight. It's true, when push came to shove, he'd acted to protect his lantern from the Unversed without even thinking. He's still undecided how he feels about that. The reminder only serves to make the anger that riders ever-close to the surface in his dark state flare higher.
It's not even that Vanitas is implying he's weak, but that he's exposed a lie M.K. hadn't realized he was telling.]
Neither did you, or have you forgotten?
[The lapse lasts only a second, and it's with a pure, snapping petulance that he pushes back, literally and figuratively, stepping forward to reclaim the ground Vanitas had shoved him back from. Had he not struck that nerve, he might've stopped to consider the friendly warning, but--
Oh. The pieces fall into place. Sensitive in many ways, M.K. is also observant in others, and those black eyes relax from their narrowed glower into a wondering sort of understanding.]
You're afraid. [That's it, isn't it? His growing certainty takes on insistence.] You're afraid of it, that's why you don't want to go after it. I'm right, aren't I? Why? What do you know about it?
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For all that, Vanitas couldn't deliver a better sucker punch than that observation. In the hot burst of surprise and chagrin that follows, he takes the shove without much fight. It's true, when push came to shove, he'd acted to protect his lantern from the Unversed without even thinking. He's still undecided how he feels about that. The reminder only serves to make the anger that riders ever-close to the surface in his dark state flare higher.
It's not even that Vanitas is implying he's weak, but that he's exposed a lie M.K. hadn't realized he was telling.]
Neither did you, or have you forgotten?
[The lapse lasts only a second, and it's with a pure, snapping petulance that he pushes back, literally and figuratively, stepping forward to reclaim the ground Vanitas had shoved him back from. Had he not struck that nerve, he might've stopped to consider the friendly warning, but--
Oh. The pieces fall into place. Sensitive in many ways, M.K. is also observant in others, and those black eyes relax from their narrowed glower into a wondering sort of understanding.]
You're afraid. [That's it, isn't it? His growing certainty takes on insistence.] You're afraid of it, that's why you don't want to go after it. I'm right, aren't I? Why? What do you know about it?