There he is, at long last! Angsty Baby Vanitas! Phew, I was worried he wouldn't be featured, which would be a shocking thing coming from me.
What exactly was the point of crying? You cried when someone was around to take charge while you couldn't. You cried because you needed help. You cried because you were not alone.
Vanitas had forgotten how to cry a long time ago.
Why would he, after all? There wasn't anyone who would take charge, who would help him. There wasn't anyone at all.
Pain and suffering were his two life companions. When he was in too much pain, Unversed were created. When they returned to him, so did the pain. But he never cried. Not when there wasn't anyone to see it. Not when there wasn't anyone who would do anything to ease his suffering.
Save your tears for someone who will care, he often repeated to himself when the pain was hard to endure. He saved them, he probably had a whole tank of tears somewhere inside, because there wasn't anyone who ever cared, and there would never be anyone who would ever care.
He was full of anger, of hatred, of envy. He knew Ventus lived a life he could never have. He didn't really want to live that life Ven had, though. His other half was a wimp, surrounded by weaklings who valued stupid things like love and friendship over strength and power. He didn't want any of that. But when Ven was happy, he had people to share it with. When he was sad, he had people to worry about him.
Vanitas had no one.
Maybe he did envy Ven a little bit. Maybe there were days when he wondered what it would feel like to have someone ruffle your hair, pat your back, dry your tears. To have someone who would genuinely worry about him.
But envy was pointless. No matter how much he could - theoretically - want that, he would never have it. He would remain alone. Such was his fate and he had accepted it a long time ago. Such was the fate of the true warrior, who did not let love weaken his strength, who did not let his power waver because of friendship.
No matter what happened, whether a powerful Unversed returned to him or whether he hit his toe against a rock, Vanitas never cried.
Because there was no one there, and there was no point.
VaniBabyyyy Q^Q
I must say I do not agree with him here, I usually save my tears for when there's no one around to see them, heheh
Haunted will be the upcoming theme!