"Henry.." Veritas repeated the first name then tipped her head down, looking at her bone club thoughtfully. "Henry. Will not let him hurt papa." She thunks her club against the ground roughly as she says it, grip on it tightening. Nothing was going to harm Vanitas on her watch.

"It's unbearable sometimes," the younger man admitted softly, glancing towards the front window of the shop. "Sometimes I almost wish I couldn't feel all of it...but then I these guys remind me why it's not so bad." It's said with an attempt at a dry edge now but it falls flat as Flood giggles on his shoulder, the Phantump poking at his cheek before she drifts off his shoulder to go check on Veritas,

"...Thanks, Walter."