Disassociation was an obvious symptom.
After being trapped in alternate realities for so long, even someone like Vanitas found it hard to fully ground himself, to truly believe that this was his reality.
"Charlotte's missing, huh?" He muttered the words absentmindedly.
It was hard.
So much so that, without realizing it, his hand had reached for the revolver.
Click—
And now, the cold barrel was pressed against his forehead.
As if, somewhere deep down, he hoped pulling the trigger would bring the loop back.
"V-Vanitas, what are you doing?!" Margaret screamed.
"Lord Astrea!" Evan cried, rushing toward him.
After pulling the revolver away from his own temple, whether by his own will or because Margaret and Evan had stopped him, Vanitas rose to his feet.
He didn't say a word.
With heavy steps, he walked out of his room.
"Everyone might be asleep, but I don't care. Prepare to depart."
Evan hesitated. "But the roads are—"
"Wake the knights. We leave in an hour."
