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8. Gray
It burns, searing into his mind and branding itself in his half-empty chest, that stupid light, that horrible disgusting HAPPY LITTLE – UGH!!!
Vanitas claws at his head, begging the feelings to go away, for Ven's stupid heart to just shut the hell up and leave him alone!
His fist slams into the ground, startling the three Wild Bruisers that have spawned next to him.
If only he could feel like that, if he could have friends and a home, have a little less black and a little more gray-
He squeezes his eyes shut and screams.
It's not fair.