"You sure?" Vanitas taunted, smirking darkly as the other moved backwards and yet didn't lash out. Sharing a face with dear Sora seemed to have more perks then he realized before. "Maybe you're just a temporary owner, until the rightful one came along."

That's a fear that most keyblade wielders have, isn't it, Riku? In the depths of your mind doesn't it eat at you; make you question everything? He knows Sora went through that same thing. What about you?

A mock thoughtful sound escapes the young man as he starts to walk along the edge of the circle the floods had created, the creatures shifting whenever he passes, feeding off his emotions.

"I'm Vanitas. Though that probably doesn't mean anything to you," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "I'm Master Xehanort's apprentice."