[Word spreads fast. Even in the streets, he can hear it. Whispers that someone is dead. Certainly, it can't be... But he can feel this heavy wash of dread suddenly wash over him. It's like he somehow just knows.
When he finds the church he looks up to it with the dread clear on his face. Then he pushes the door open he shouts out,]
Vanitas?!
[He's here. They can be together. They just have to... leave.]
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When he finds the church he looks up to it with the dread clear on his face. Then he pushes the door open he shouts out,]
Vanitas?!
[He's here. They can be together. They just have to... leave.]
... Vanitas?