[ There were a lot of things that Naminé made peace with, once upon a time. Sad things, unpleasant realities that seemed like they'd never change - ones she's still in the process of beginning to see in a different way. Vanitas lived that cold, futureless life longer than she did; it only makes sense that he'd have an even harder time adjusting to a new one. And then there's the constant issue of uncertainty in a place like this, of never knowing where you'll wake up the next morning - if there'll be a morning at all, and who else might still be around the next time you check. ]
I think a lot of us feel that way. Around here, nothing is ever for sure.
[ Yet it's worse for some of them than for others, depending on what they supposedly have to go back to. For Vanitas... well, his future might not be as promising as her own, although she's neglected to ask anyone about it so far. Perhaps she ought to have, she thinks, and promptly decides not to ask him. (At least not right now.) ]
But everything comes to an end eventually. Whether that's tomorrow, or the day after, or years from now, I think maybe the best anyone can do is to appreciate what they have while it's there. At least for now, there's something to hold onto.
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I think a lot of us feel that way.
Around here, nothing is ever for sure.
[ Yet it's worse for some of them than for others, depending on what they supposedly have to go back to. For Vanitas... well, his future might not be as promising as her own, although she's neglected to ask anyone about it so far. Perhaps she ought to have, she thinks, and promptly decides not to ask him. (At least not right now.) ]
But everything comes to an end eventually.
Whether that's tomorrow, or the day after, or years from now, I think maybe the best anyone can do is to appreciate what they have while it's there.
At least for now, there's something to hold onto.
[ At least for now, neither of them are alone. ]