Vanitas does a whole-body flinch when the first flood is burnt to ashes. The restlessness pours into him and pours out again like a tide - even with his heart somewhat healed, disoriented as he is, as confused and in pain as he is, he can't get a grip enough to keep the emotions inside, stop them spilling out again, stop new ones being made at what is happening.
"Stop," he coughs out wetly, one hand grabbing the grass and dirt in a fist. "Terra..." Is he calling for Terra to help or is he in another time and place still? The last thing he sees is a keyblade. The last thing he sees is a keyblade, over and over again. He thought it had stopped. Some of the Unversed run. Some attack Ventus. They're cut down.
Ventus kicks him in the stomach and Vanitas sees stars and curls further inwards. His cough turns to retching and he turns his head and vomits blackness. He has enough spite to try and aim for Ventus's shoes. The spite tries to escape into physicality like the others but he clings to it and clamps down on it, forcing it to stay in his heart. With Ventus focusing on him, it's an anchor he can use to keep others, to bring himself into the present. He struggles to get up, and the second kick catches him in the side as he does, sending him back down.
He gets up onto an elbow and summons Void Gear in a block position, the tip digging into the grass as he leans his weight onto it for a second attempt at getting up, pushing himself away from Ventus. Ventus is talking, but the emotions make more sense than the words. Vanitas laughs, and it's kind of a horrible noise. This is something he pictured happening, in a rotten-tooth way, but not with a stranger. It's deserved, but he isn't going to literally lie down and take it.
"Wasn't a game," he says, blood in his mouth. He spits it onto the ground. It wasn't a game or plot. "It was an accident." His tone is stressed and testy. He doesn't expect Ventus to believe him, but if someone's going to beat him up he'd rather it be for an accurate reason. One arm is curled around his stomach and side.
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"Stop," he coughs out wetly, one hand grabbing the grass and dirt in a fist. "Terra..." Is he calling for Terra to help or is he in another time and place still? The last thing he sees is a keyblade. The last thing he sees is a keyblade, over and over again. He thought it had stopped. Some of the Unversed run. Some attack Ventus. They're cut down.
Ventus kicks him in the stomach and Vanitas sees stars and curls further inwards. His cough turns to retching and he turns his head and vomits blackness. He has enough spite to try and aim for Ventus's shoes. The spite tries to escape into physicality like the others but he clings to it and clamps down on it, forcing it to stay in his heart. With Ventus focusing on him, it's an anchor he can use to keep others, to bring himself into the present. He struggles to get up, and the second kick catches him in the side as he does, sending him back down.
He gets up onto an elbow and summons Void Gear in a block position, the tip digging into the grass as he leans his weight onto it for a second attempt at getting up, pushing himself away from Ventus. Ventus is talking, but the emotions make more sense than the words. Vanitas laughs, and it's kind of a horrible noise. This is something he pictured happening, in a rotten-tooth way, but not with a stranger. It's deserved, but he isn't going to literally lie down and take it.
"Wasn't a game," he says, blood in his mouth. He spits it onto the ground. It wasn't a game or plot. "It was an accident." His tone is stressed and testy. He doesn't expect Ventus to believe him, but if someone's going to beat him up he'd rather it be for an accurate reason. One arm is curled around his stomach and side.