🕯️ from @purus-lumen
MEME OBTAINED!
‘Ventus… Ventus, Ventus, Ventus…’ Vanitas stared at the boy, standing over him while he sleeps in his bed. His thoughts revolving around the boy have always been obsessive, but this is the first time he’s ever gone to see him like this. ‘You’re the other half of my heart, but we’re totally different, aren’t we? How weird is that?’
‘When did we become so different? Was it when you decided that you would kill us both to stop me? Or, maybe even further back—when I decided I wanted to be a better pupil for Master Xehanort than you ever could be? Which of our decisions caused this irreparable divide?’
‘I don’t understand us anymore. Maybe I never did. It would be so much easier if things could just go back to the way they used to be, and I hate that I can finally understand that they never will. I hate you—me—both of us for that.’
‘Where did all this hatred for myself come from?’ Vanitas wondered, his hands forming tight fists. ‘Was this something Xehanort taught me… or did you teach me first, before we were even separated?’
Vanitas has been dead quiet the entire time, but now he lets out a ragged sigh.
‘Do you feel this hatred too? Or did I get dumped with all of it when we were torn apart?’
