"I don't care," About what Sora wants? About the work they have to do? All of the above?

Vanitas grits his teeth and pushes his face against the spirit, shaking his head. Maybe just to feel the resistance, to feel something solid that isn't the hollow yawn in his chest.

"What you want is Light—" And Vanitas has never had that. His knees threaten to give out under the weight of his own grief and the pressure of the entity's presence. If they wanted to bring Light back to this place, then why bring Vanitas? Why take Gene, why take Sora? This creature should have left him in the woods when they tore him apart. At least then he wouldn't feel anything at all. "Don't you see? What I am— is Darkness.

I'm no use to you."