There it was. What was likely meant as a threat came across as more of a death sentence as far as Vanitas was concerned – a slight, thoroughly annoyed with his situation sigh actually escaped that time – though, having future intended plans put on hold could be used to his advantage. Maybe he could find some other unfortunate soul to stand in his place, or figure out a way to escape this stupid island.

All right. Vanitas would cooperate for now, and to some extent. Xehanort would get the information he wanted.

"I'll have everything to you in twelve."