Vanitas jolted slightly at the suggestion. The last thing he needed was to leave. He shook his head, even if the action made his headache worse. “No,” he growled, moving away from Ventus slightly. “I’m fine. I don’t need anyone to fix me.” Rest wouldn’t help either, not much anyway. He just needed some time to let out the repressed Unversed. But Ventus refused to leave his side, except when the Master was here… .
He followed, naturally. Vanitas’s terrifying Master wasn’t around right now, so he was going to be there for his other half when he was hurting. “Let me help. I--I was learning Cure spells, I can try to cast one. Please?” He didn’t know what else to do if Vanitas wouldn’t go back to the Land of Departure with him.








