[ the swarm of knowledge in his head is growing, and he finally brings up a shaky hand to thrust Vanitas' away. he'd be giving Vanitas a glare if he still had eyes, but the snarl on his face--the coy snarl on his face--certainly gives enough expression. ]
You've been alive for four years. But you died. In fear. In panic.
no subject
Complete darkness.
[ the swarm of knowledge in his head is growing, and he finally brings up a shaky hand to thrust Vanitas' away. he'd be giving Vanitas a glare if he still had eyes, but the snarl on his face--the coy snarl on his face--certainly gives enough expression. ]
You've been alive for four years. But you died. In fear. In panic.