[Tipping his head as much as the bruises on his face would allow to be nudged across the pillow behind his head, Vanitas lifts the eyebrow on his unbruised side of face.]
What was your home like? [The question kind of blurts out, enough that he looks mildly surprised with himself.] That this is a haven.
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What was your home like? [The question kind of blurts out, enough that he looks mildly surprised with himself.] That this is a haven.