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_{[He doesn't have much of a successful history gaining understanding from looking into golden eyes. With the Master, it had always ever been more questions, more mysteries, which had infuriated him to no end. But he thinks he's putting the pieces together where Vanitas is concerned here and now.

Releasing their locked gazes, he cuts his to the side, over the other's shoulder. Transferring the weight of it onto the points of eerie green reflected light still hovering in the gloom. Still unmoving. For the time being, he pushes aside the confusion Vanitas' comment had managed to send boiling to the surface.]}

Is that what killed you?

_{[It's a guess, but one that feels like a square peg in a square hole. Vanitas in the church. Vanitas, so certain in his firmness.]}