A short-temper. Unthinking. Violent impulses. No mind for her surroundings, no care for whether she starts a fight and draws bystanders in... You've given me no reason to believe you won't be the one to hurt them.
[He closes the book again, which releases the nullification around. Vanitas begins to tuck it away, pretending not to look at Fauna. He wonders what she'll do if his back is turned.]
Anyway. I'm not deterred in the slightest. I'll cure them as much as I like. I don't care what you want. And it seems that feeling is mutual.
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A short-temper. Unthinking. Violent impulses. No mind for her surroundings, no care for whether she starts a fight and draws bystanders in... You've given me no reason to believe you won't be the one to hurt them.
[He closes the book again, which releases the nullification around. Vanitas begins to tuck it away, pretending not to look at Fauna. He wonders what she'll do if his back is turned.]
Anyway. I'm not deterred in the slightest. I'll cure them as much as I like. I don't care what you want. And it seems that feeling is mutual.