Vanitas's expression increases in smugness until he looks like the cat surrounded by knives. Gottem. He knows your weakness now, Vennort. Beware.
"Give or take a century." Vanitas's sense of time has been a little thrown off by dimension hopping, but he does know it's been ten years, somehow. He'd ask but he gets the strangest impression Vennort would not be helpful in this arena.
"Die then," Vanitas says deliberately indifferently, focusing on one red line across the back of Ventus's arm in particular. He's not returning this body in mint condition it seems, but Ventus probably won't notice some extra scars. He'd slow down the spell even further just to piss Vennort off that little bit more, but he doesn't have enough fine control for that. He prods a finger towards Vennort's apparition. "Like you can do better."
he looks like he's about to yell 'that's my OPINION'
"Give or take a century." Vanitas's sense of time has been a little thrown off by dimension hopping, but he does know it's been ten years, somehow. He'd ask but he gets the strangest impression Vennort would not be helpful in this arena.
"Die then," Vanitas says deliberately indifferently, focusing on one red line across the back of Ventus's arm in particular. He's not returning this body in mint condition it seems, but Ventus probably won't notice some extra scars. He'd slow down the spell even further just to piss Vennort off that little bit more, but he doesn't have enough fine control for that. He prods a finger towards Vennort's apparition. "Like you can do better."