Vanitas walked her over to the bed. He laid her down gently, and sat next to her. She was nearly close to death. Her eyes were closed, presumably for forever after a few minutes, but she was still breathing. And that was all that mattered. He almost wanted to pray. Pray to Kingdom Hearts, pray to anything that would save her. But he didn't.

Because he'd learned that praying didn't do shit.

Her eyes fluttered open, but her blue eyes were weak. "Vanitas." She was crying. She leaned her soft, warm head on his shoulder and he murmured, "Why?"

"It's what's right."

"Why does it matter what's right? We were happy." he said, almost angry.

She had a thin, sad smile on her face that made Vanitas's heart, or whatever was in there ache badly.

"I can't save you this time." said Vanitas, holding her now-cold hand.

"Of course you can't. But I don't expect you to." she sighed.

"How can you save me, when you can't even save yourself?"

x.x.x.x.x.x

She faded into the darkness.