[It hovers in the realm of a rhetorical question, and for the exact reasons Vanitas muses on--neither of them know the other, rendering an effective assessment moot.
But it seems to have an effect nevertheless. He stands unblinking with that inscrutable gaze a moment longer, and then relents, no more than a shift of weight on the balls of his feet, leaning back instead of toward.
Maybe this guy is like him in the nature of his power, maybe he's not. But often those people with dark gifts have been the only people in life who've given him an honesty he can depend on. Anyone else and he may have pushed them aside--but coming from Vanitas, of all people in this town, he listens.]
Tell me about it later.
[A request--to learn more about these spirits that not even Vanitas is ready to face again.]
no subject
But it seems to have an effect nevertheless. He stands unblinking with that inscrutable gaze a moment longer, and then relents, no more than a shift of weight on the balls of his feet, leaning back instead of toward.
Maybe this guy is like him in the nature of his power, maybe he's not. But often those people with dark gifts have been the only people in life who've given him an honesty he can depend on. Anyone else and he may have pushed them aside--but coming from Vanitas, of all people in this town, he listens.]
Tell me about it later.
[A request--to learn more about these spirits that not even Vanitas is ready to face again.]