[it's strange, almost, to see Fang in such a passive state. Vanille can almost see herself reflected in Fang's dejected response, because it's a scenario she's been in countless times. how many nights has Fang held her, been patient with her after she'd done something stupid? she should know, better than anyone, what it's like to be in Fang's position.

it shouldn't piss her off the way it does.

this time, though, Vanille catches the offending thought before it has a chance to slip out, looking as though the very thought has physically wounded her. once again, she clamps her hand over her mouth, digging her claws into the side of her cheek as if it will help prevent another outburst.

"where are these feelings coming from?" she thinks in a panic. these thoughts are not her... or are they? true anger is something she reserves for only the most extreme situations; she knows—she's known, given how long she's been in the peninsula—that the monstrous transformation changes people beyond their appearances... but could they cause such a reversal of her own personality, to the point where she's beginning to think she might detest some parts of her partner?

... there are too many things, too many emotions going through her head for her to even think she can approach this rationally. timidly, she offers,]

Do you need anything? [beat.] I can go, I'm sure I can spend some time with Riku or Noel or someone else if you... if you need the space.

[again, resorting to a copout—running away. classic Vanille. that part, at least, has stayed with her. even though they've both progressed with their changes, calming some of Vanille's more violent monstrous thoughts... they're almost back to square one.

like back then, perhaps she says it for her own good, moreso than Fang's.]