Vanitas watched his trembling hands, his stunned expression, and stepped closer. Her voice softened as she continued her story.
"That's why, during your trial, I stayed silent." She said. "I didn't interfere, even though I was dying inside from worry. I sweated every second, praying you'd succeed."
"...But I also didn't doubt you—not once. You're my son. My pride. I knew you'd finish what was set before you."
Kafka's heart fluttered. Her faith in him was absolute.
"I waited patiently." Vanitas continued, eyes shimmering. "Waited for the day you'd come to the heavens. I knew it would be terrifying, confronting you, facing all the feelings you had for me, but even then, the thought of seeing your face again made me happy enough to endure it. I thought I could simply wait...Wait and watch."
"But then...that night happened." Her voice faltered. "The night you poured your heart out about being abandoned to Bella after she realised how much of a disappointment her father was."
