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So many emotions poured into him along with the pain. The influx of feelings brought with it more pain, which in turn spawned more Unversed.
"Defeating them will make me stronger. It means the more I hurt these pieces of myself, the tougher I’ll become—and my Unversed with me."
Who was the target of his enmity?
Ventus?
The whole world?
Maybe Xehanort?
The two laughing next to Ventus?
Vanitas didn’t know. Maybe everything.
The boy stood alone in the wasteland.
It made him kinda happy—why was that? After all, he despised Ven’s open heart. Whereas Ven’s worries and suffering were proof of his growth, his proclivity toward the light, Vanitas’s own misery was merely a pitch-black morass that brought with it nothing but pain.
"Good—let those doubts take over," Vanitas muttered as he watched Ven set off once more from a distance. The greater Ventus’s doubt grew, the more turmoil his heart would be in, and the more he would waver. That was the plan, or part of it, anyway.
It hurts. Ugh, I feel awful. I’m gonna throw up. Vanitas tore off his mask and cast it aside. Beneath the mask was a raven-haired boy, his face twisted in agony as sweat beaded on his brow.
Unable to bear it any longer, Vanitas vomited on the spot and spat out a black mass. The mass twitched, and a red eye rose up on it, glinting. It was trying to become one of them. Vanitas smashed it with a fist, and the inky lump splattered and dispersed like mist.
"Then why won't you stand by our side? Instead of with darkness?"
"Because I am darkness. And I do stand by your side. I'm the shadow that you cast. How much closer could I be?
True darkness lay beyond his dried tears. "Now, Vanitas, let your hatred grow. Turn it loose upon everything in this world."
Unversed emerged from the boy kneeling on the ground. Xehanort chuckled as he watched.
We’re so different, but I could feel you all of the time. I bet you didn’t notice me at all. What does this battle mean to you? You likely have no idea it means our hearts are intertwining. The fight doesn’t matter. What matters is that our struggle makes us feel the same things.
I can sense Ventus’s heart, too. The more he wavers between light and darkness—and the brighter he shines for it—the stronger the darkness grows in my heart.
Meanwhile, the “plan” Xehanort had mentioned was bothering him.
"Why was I born? Why was I made? Where did Ventus go? And what do I do now?"
"I’m nervous."
His formless anxiety about the future created another Unversed from Vanitas’s body.
Vanitas began walking toward the forest and saw the old woman—the transformed Queen—step out of the trees. "Now, let’s hope she plays her part, too." Vanitas smirked, and the dim forest stirred as Unversed appeared around him. Summoning a corridor of darkness, Vanitas vanished.
"It’s time to wake up now. All we need to do is open the door."
He awoke as if from a nightmare at the unknown voice. All he knew was that something had happened to Ventus. Maybe—no, definitely something special.
Vanitas had no idea when the worlds would make their move, either. He could only believe the future he’d been allotted was very bleak indeed. He possessed but one sole, singular hope—the χ-Blade.
Who was the target of his enmity?
Ventus?
The whole world?
Maybe Xehanort?
The two laughing next to Ventus?
Vanitas didn’t know. Maybe everything.
The boy stood alone in the wasteland.