[Sora is given a long, unreadable stare as he speaks. It's like listening to every sappy spiel about why life wasn't the trainwreck of pain and suffering it really was. But he doesn't interrupt. Doesn't say a word, or move, or even blink.
It takes a minute to come to terms with the fact that there's more than one idiot that thinks this way.]
I can see why they mistook you for Ven. You might look like me, but I'll be damned if you don't cough up the same mindless delusion of feel-good bullshit he did. Didn't think there'd be more than one moron with that line out there. So much for optimism.
[There's something very like disgust in his voice, but it seems Vanitas is content to leave it with that disgust. It's pathetic. And people like that, with no sense of reality or what danger really is, that somehow get everything handed to them on a golden platter.
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It takes a minute to come to terms with the fact that there's more than one idiot that thinks this way.]
I can see why they mistook you for Ven. You might look like me, but I'll be damned if you don't cough up the same mindless delusion of feel-good bullshit he did. Didn't think there'd be more than one moron with that line out there. So much for optimism.
[There's something very like disgust in his voice, but it seems Vanitas is content to leave it with that disgust. It's pathetic. And people like that, with no sense of reality or what danger really is, that somehow get everything handed to them on a golden platter.
It made him sick.]
I'm out of here.