[Vanitas follows the noise of his footsteps while trying not to run into any trees, and ignore the itching on his face as well as the sting of where the sword got his forearm.
He hopes Ven actually does know where he's going, instead of leading them further away from the den. If he couldn't wash this stuff off of him, he knew what it'd eventually do.]
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He hopes Ven actually does know where he's going, instead of leading them further away from the den. If he couldn't wash this stuff off of him, he knew what it'd eventually do.]