[ Vanitas hadn't seen Zagreus since being attacked by those plants, and since the vicious plant population is starting to shrink, the incident is starting to recede further and further away from the forefront of his thoughts. He's been through a lot in the short amount of time he's been here, been alive, even -- it's why he's not even remotely fazed when he swerves past another smaller fly trap that tries to clamp onto his leg. It's just another day in this strange, hideous world, and he's going about his business as usual with a small bag of food in his hand.
He's heading home, back to the cottage he's taken up residence in (alone), when he sees a familiar flash of red at the corner of his eye. Vanitas turns his head slightly.
Ah, it's this guy again. He pauses, turns his head back to look at the road ahead. Still, he addresses Zagreus with a hint of curiosity: ]
Well, look who it is. You haven't been following me, have you?
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the actual arrival...11th
He's heading home, back to the cottage he's taken up residence in (alone), when he sees a familiar flash of red at the corner of his eye. Vanitas turns his head slightly.
Ah, it's this guy again. He pauses, turns his head back to look at the road ahead. Still, he addresses Zagreus with a hint of curiosity: ]
Well, look who it is. You haven't been following me, have you?