[ She's technically correct with that assumption, although when one's just left to fend for themselves in the Badlands and not a soul to speak to... Well, one tends to go pretty crazy.
The tip of his Keyblade touches Xion's throat - enough to possibly draw some blood if she moves just even an inch. But, Vanitas decides he's put enough fear in her for one day. He's been fed. So, his Keyblade drops from her throat and returns to his side.
Just what is he planning on? One may never know... ]
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The tip of his Keyblade touches Xion's throat - enough to possibly draw some blood if she moves just even an inch. But, Vanitas decides he's put enough fear in her for one day. He's been fed. So, his Keyblade drops from her throat and returns to his side.
Just what is he planning on? One may never know... ]