[Vanitas could easily have attacked again, in hundreds of different ways, but he doesn't - he's trying to watch, right now. And, from the look on his face, he doesn't like what he sees.
Maybe he should find all of this amusing. Here is that boy, with his heroic declarations and that heart full of light, the very same one who saved Ventus (and altered Vanitas forever in turn), standing in front of him looking like that. Wielding Darkness as if his heart had even the slightest clue how to handle it. Giving in to a different part of his nature. He even had the right outfit. It's funny, isn't it?
Even more like looking in a mirror than usual.
But Vanitas isn't smiling. He's not laughing, either.]
Tell me what you meant.
[He takes a few steps closer. If looks could kill, there would be nothing left of Sora.]
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Maybe he should find all of this amusing. Here is that boy, with his heroic declarations and that heart full of light, the very same one who saved Ventus (and altered Vanitas forever in turn), standing in front of him looking like that. Wielding Darkness as if his heart had even the slightest clue how to handle it. Giving in to a different part of his nature. He even had the right outfit. It's funny, isn't it?
Even more like looking in a mirror than usual.
But Vanitas isn't smiling. He's not laughing, either.]
Tell me what you meant.
[He takes a few steps closer. If looks could kill, there would be nothing left of Sora.]