[ And more and more boring as the minutes drag on by. This messed-up hero complex is one of the things Vanitas loves to hate-- The kind of mentality that believes that no matter what bad is done, it can be fixed. That everything can be redeemed. How pathetic.

He waves a hand in front of his face, brushing off the other's words, and starts to stroll around the area. ]

Your heart, tell you, et cetera, et cetera. Listen--

[ You little clown. Vanitas stops and spreads his arms out. ]

Did it ever occur to you that it's not about you at all? You think that could make its way through your thick, little head? You're just something that was used.

[ As if it's that simple. ]