[Ferran lets out a shaky breath, only a small amount of tension leaving his shoulders. His knuckles aren't white around the thing, at least.]

Luckily for your mug... my temper's not usually that bad. But I'm allowed to be angry that you haven't gotten the chance to just... live, as you. Without this kind of mess.

[Nothing Vanitas can say would make Ferran stop hating the kind of suffering he's had to go through just because something decided to conjure him up out of darkness and the universe started throwing him around. Even if they've never discussed the details of what exactly was going on, it was clear to Ferran that he was trying to make a life for himself when he didn't have one before.]

... I guess... all there is to do is make the most of everything you have.