Repliku might have an inkling but the one in question isn't around yet. Ventus's sulking only increases Vanitas's smugness quotient. He will remember this.
Vanitas's gaze follows Vennort's ghost across the room. Good thing no one's here to see you interacting with nothing at all, Vanitas.
"This isn't going to kill me, idiot," Vanitas gripes, the spell dropped with his concentration. "It's just cuts." The flutterings slashed him up pretty bad but they aren't too fatal, he thinks. Unless they get infected. Does he have to worry about that now? He's never had to. He's a bit iffy on how it even happens. A little bit of uncertainty slips into the back end of the sentence.
That likely isn't what Vennort even means, though. These cuts might be livable, but there's a crowd of heartless out there. Future ones might not be. And Vanitas has already noticed it - getting injured makes everything harder to do, so it's easier to get injured, so it's harder to avoid getting injured. Suddenly, healing spells are a much bigger deal than he thought.
He's... actually not sure what would happen if Ventus's body died with him still in it. Would he just be his normal self again, a mortal shell lying on the floor under him like in that one memory? Would Kingdom Hearts be like 'oh fuck I missed one' and grab him despite protest? He doesn't want to find out. Moreover, he wants to keep this body alive for Ventus - the real Ventus's - sake.
"I'd rather have him than you," Vanitas returns. It didn't occur to him until Vennort said it, that aspect of Ventus staying behind to fight Xehanort, and it feels like something sharp in a joint, only in his heart, for a brief second. His eyes narrow. "Why should I even trust you?"
He hasn't forgotten the thrown rock. Clearly Vennort coughing up healing spells isn't going to come without a cost or agenda, and Vanitas doesn't plan to just walk face first into it.
starring vanitas's spotty monk-education
Vanitas's gaze follows Vennort's ghost across the room. Good thing no one's here to see you interacting with nothing at all, Vanitas.
"This isn't going to kill me, idiot," Vanitas gripes, the spell dropped with his concentration. "It's just cuts." The flutterings slashed him up pretty bad but they aren't too fatal, he thinks. Unless they get infected. Does he have to worry about that now? He's never had to. He's a bit iffy on how it even happens. A little bit of uncertainty slips into the back end of the sentence.
That likely isn't what Vennort even means, though. These cuts might be livable, but there's a crowd of heartless out there. Future ones might not be. And Vanitas has already noticed it - getting injured makes everything harder to do, so it's easier to get injured, so it's harder to avoid getting injured. Suddenly, healing spells are a much bigger deal than he thought.
He's... actually not sure what would happen if Ventus's body died with him still in it. Would he just be his normal self again, a mortal shell lying on the floor under him like in that one memory? Would Kingdom Hearts be like 'oh fuck I missed one' and grab him despite protest? He doesn't want to find out. Moreover, he wants to keep this body alive for Ventus - the real Ventus's - sake.
"I'd rather have him than you," Vanitas returns. It didn't occur to him until Vennort said it, that aspect of Ventus staying behind to fight Xehanort, and it feels like something sharp in a joint, only in his heart, for a brief second. His eyes narrow. "Why should I even trust you?"
He hasn't forgotten the thrown rock. Clearly Vennort coughing up healing spells isn't going to come without a cost or agenda, and Vanitas doesn't plan to just walk face first into it.