“You gave that Ventus time away from Xehanort.” Roxen points out, sounding calmer now that that the conversation is moving back to concepts he can agree on. “I’m not calling you a saint but...I wish the Vanitas I know could have the chance. And I really can’t stand the guy.”
Roxen watched Vanitas very very carefully, with an expression that is rather new to him, a sort of focused concern that’s a bit too probing but all genuine. He takes the final bite of his ice cream and sets down the stick. No winner for him.
“When I was first in the organization.” He starts, speaking carefully. “I had a lot of people showing me what to do. On..maybe the third or fourth day. I got taught magic.”
“The person who taught me it wasn’t very nice—but I didn’t know it yet. I couldn’t really get stuff like that. She didn’t want to teach me, but I wasn’t enough of a person to really understand why someone wanted things or not.” He feels like he’s on a bit of a tangent so he switches back. “So she just put me out to fight Heartless and let me fend for myself and get hurt. Didn’t lend a hand. Barely explained. She—“ He brought up his hands in the familiar Ventus way, clawing a little as he struggled for words.
“That’s...horrible, I think. Her, Xemnas, and..a lot of others. They wanted things, but they wanted me to hurt, or didn’t care. They—it was evil but I didn’t realize. I hate them now but I didn’t then.”
He looked at Vanitas. “I’m sorry, I’m not making much sense. I’m just trying to understand. But Eraqus was he horrible like that? You say you don’t hate him. And that he kept you but...as Darkness?”
He grabs his own shoulders, staring down at the city as he kicked his knees. “I don’t get him either, what he did. I just..want to know.”
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Roxen watched Vanitas very very carefully, with an expression that is rather new to him, a sort of focused concern that’s a bit too probing but all genuine. He takes the final bite of his ice cream and sets down the stick. No winner for him.
“When I was first in the organization.” He starts, speaking carefully. “I had a lot of people showing me what to do. On..maybe the third or fourth day. I got taught magic.”
“The person who taught me it wasn’t very nice—but I didn’t know it yet. I couldn’t really get stuff like that. She didn’t want to teach me, but I wasn’t enough of a person to really understand why someone wanted things or not.” He feels like he’s on a bit of a tangent so he switches back. “So she just put me out to fight Heartless and let me fend for myself and get hurt. Didn’t lend a hand. Barely explained. She—“ He brought up his hands in the familiar Ventus way, clawing a little as he struggled for words.
“That’s...horrible, I think. Her, Xemnas, and..a lot of others. They wanted things, but they wanted me to hurt, or didn’t care. They—it was evil but I didn’t realize. I hate them now but I didn’t then.”
He looked at Vanitas. “I’m sorry, I’m not making much sense. I’m just trying to understand. But Eraqus was he horrible like that? You say you don’t hate him. And that he kept you but...as Darkness?”
He grabs his own shoulders, staring down at the city as he kicked his knees. “I don’t get him either, what he did. I just..want to know.”