[ Vanitas doesn't like to think others are stronger than him. Not because it isn't possible, he knows his power only stretches so far, but his arrogance doesn't let him dwell on it. The gold of his eyes carve over the other boy, going from head to foot and back again. It's not just derision, but there's a thoughtfulness in his expression. Is he stronger? Vanitas doesn't know. Their battle hadn't been long enough to really tell.
His eyes go back to M.K.'s and lock into place. ]
No. I don't.
[ Because Vanitas doesn't think anyone is. Maybe if there were only one of those monsters, maybe if they fought that spirit in a group— but Vanitas can already see what would happen. Those things had moved fast, and Vanitas could use the darkness to teleport. M.K. wouldn't stand a chance on his own.
Besides: he knows a trap when he sees one. ]
Not if it leads you to all it's little friends.
[ That's an exaggeration. They'd been anything but small. ]
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His eyes go back to M.K.'s and lock into place. ]
No. I don't.
[ Because Vanitas doesn't think anyone is. Maybe if there were only one of those monsters, maybe if they fought that spirit in a group— but Vanitas can already see what would happen. Those things had moved fast, and Vanitas could use the darkness to teleport. M.K. wouldn't stand a chance on his own.
Besides: he knows a trap when he sees one. ]
Not if it leads you to all it's little friends.
[ That's an exaggeration. They'd been anything but small. ]