[ Curious to know precisely what Vanitas has in mind, he continues so watch with a detached sort of interest. ]

Mm, I’m afraid that I haven’t anything left to ruin. [ A look, up and down. ] Nor do you. Look at where we are; there is no hope to return. All we have left are weaknesses, and let me remind you, you’ve done well to share yours.

[ His hand lowers, as he shifts to lean in slightly closer to his screen. ]

So, if it is my ire that you crave, come to me.