[Those names mean nothing to him, and it shows. There's not even a flicker of recognition. Whatever Vanitas' part in this is, it doesn't involve them, for better or worse. Given how unpleasant he could be, that's probably for the better.]

Time travel. Huh. If he can use that, then I dunno why he's bothered--

[There's a pause, and then Vanitas doesn't finish the thought. Not aloud. His partner squirms a bit though not quite enough to convey a desire to be put down. It rather liked friendly contact!]

... Nah, nothing like that. He's not stupid enough to try it. Then he'd really never get anywhere with his war. Somewhere out there is the lock to all his twisted little fantasies, and I'm the key.

[Literally.]

So I'm just gonna keep doing what I'm doing, because it's worked pretty well so far. Funny thing about winning. Sometimes it just means denying the other guy victory.

[He knew all about that. It's how he got into this situation to begin with. To be able to use it on someone else was a bittersweet and vicious joy.]