[It's not that he's dead set on it, it's simply been his life - literally all that he's known for the last four months. And he's been isolated to the point of co-dependency on one person  for his survival, so he's - to say that he's forgotten how to deal with people is a lie - but he is unsure of himself and to be questioned like, this challenged and have his own opinions demanded out of him... Ven's not even sure his mind isn't playing tricks on him That this isn't a test and it's not really Vanitas talking to him in his sleep.] ....

[A small shrug. It's not that he wants to die, but... He can't see the light. Can't see past his own hurt - his own little cocoon that's been created as a safeguard against more hurt, against more pain, The part of him that's hidden his light down, down and safe where what remains of tattered hope and tattered friendship is safe and untouchable... Even to himself most days.] And yet fighting back only made it worse. And - he's not that bad. Only when I mess up. And, he is helping me get stronger and he cares, in his own way.

[If only for his own gain, not that Ventus is even remotely aware of this.] Hmmm. Maybe, but they left me. I cried and wished for them, but they never came. I don't want them as friends.

... D-Do you still have that trinket? [Odd question, but Ventus wants to get away from the subject of his friends right now.]