[For a few moments, he focuses on playing. Music always helps.] Any time, mon petit chaton. Say the word. [He's indebted to him, and Verso can't bring himself to mind in the slightest. Not for this.]
I have you. Few others. [He flashes Vanitas a smile, indulgent, fond — adoring.] Mostly you.
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I have you. Few others. [He flashes Vanitas a smile, indulgent, fond — adoring.] Mostly you.