[ Vanitas is shorter than M.K., but the size difference between them doesn't seem to matter. He just lifts his chin when the other boy steps in closer, jutting it out defiantly and staring unblinking into his face. It's aggressive, or defensive, but only because Vanitas is in this state of constant vigilance, ready to fight. It doesn't matter who he's battling, he's always prepared.
Even when the realization dawns on M.K.'s face, Vanitas doesn't falter. He doesn't flinch away from that truth, doesn't step back, raise or lower his guard.
After all, he is afraid. Not for anyone else, but for himself. Vanitas isn't consciously thinking about sparing any of these people the pain he went through, but the reminder of it, just looking at that thing— having fought the spirits he has, already, the stark reminders of what it felt like to be torn asunder— it's enough to make him act out.
But beyond that, the more people that die in some illadvised attempt to engage something stronger than them, the fewer they will have remaining to ensure the success of the mission. ]
It's stronger than you think it is. Those things in the woods aren't like these—
[ He gestures broadly at the spirits in the square, the ones that have gone feral. ]
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Even when the realization dawns on M.K.'s face, Vanitas doesn't falter. He doesn't flinch away from that truth, doesn't step back, raise or lower his guard.
After all, he is afraid. Not for anyone else, but for himself. Vanitas isn't consciously thinking about sparing any of these people the pain he went through, but the reminder of it, just looking at that thing— having fought the spirits he has, already, the stark reminders of what it felt like to be torn asunder— it's enough to make him act out.
But beyond that, the more people that die in some illadvised attempt to engage something stronger than them, the fewer they will have remaining to ensure the success of the mission. ]
It's stronger than you think it is. Those things in the woods aren't like these—
[ He gestures broadly at the spirits in the square, the ones that have gone feral. ]