[Jerking his foot out of that grip, Vanitas swipes a kick into his side then.] Stop? Why should I. [Stepping on one arm and pressing his weight onto it, a sneering curve in his lips.]

You were the one who wanted to do this to me. You wouldn't hesitate to kick and stomp until I ceased to exist. [Grinding the heel of his boot into his elbow now, Vanitas' expression grew sadistic.]

Don't think you can lie to me, Sora. You're not all that you pretend to be. If you were supposed to be such a good person, you would have been born with a pure heart, right?