[He's getting somewhere. As simple and easy as can be, and he's only barely scratched the surface of Roxas' memories of this child. Sora, but not the one he's looking for. Useful for one thing--]

[And Vanitas can feel it inside him, the steady tides of darkness that swell and grow with anguish and pain, barely stifled in their attempts to erupt over the edge. He can fix that.]

Your heart knows.

Trying to ignore it, but it says everything, doesn't it? [He steps forward, looking down at Sora like something disdainful.] Useless. And Roxas calls you his strength?

No wonder he fell so easily.