"I'm sorry."
He stood stock-still, a dark look eclipsing his face.
"Fine. Don't expect me to be there next time."
He locked the helmet in place on his shoulders and turned to leave.
You went to follow him, alarmed by his cold attitude."Vanitas, wait! We can still be friends!"
In one swift motion, he turned, aimed his Keyblade at you, and fired off two balls of dark energy.
They flew by, mere inches from your face.
He remained silent, but the message was loud and clear.
You watched him go, feeling your heart sink.