[He bristles at the implication that he was—aside from that brief moment of instinctive panic—concerned that Vanitas was going to hurt him, like he somehow couldn't protect himself in such a case. The temperature rises around him by just enough to be noticed.]
I wasn't afraid of you.
[He was confused, certainly, and upset at his lack of memory. Aggravated that this person was so willing to throw said amnesia in his face, like it's a game. But that's it.
Resolutely, he replies:]
I won't forget it again.
[He doesn't know what the Flood is, but it's not something he's concerned about for the moment. His eyes stay on Vanitas.]
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I wasn't afraid of you.
[He was confused, certainly, and upset at his lack of memory. Aggravated that this person was so willing to throw said amnesia in his face, like it's a game. But that's it.
Resolutely, he replies:]
I won't forget it again.
[He doesn't know what the Flood is, but it's not something he's concerned about for the moment. His eyes stay on Vanitas.]