[the figure doesn't hold very long, either. after a few seconds, it shatters, then dissipates, not unlike a fistful of sand drifting through the breeze.]

[something like irritation crosses Vanitas' expression, but he quashes it right quick. Jude has confirmed two things for him, at least: one, a person's thoughts of living beings are just that — thoughts. life, as it were, cannot be conjured. at least, he can't conjure it.]

[two, other people are idiots. but he still doesn't know enough about his magic to consider trying it out on himself, so, onward he presses.]

What did I just get done saying? We're not supposed to be worrying about ghosts, here.

Try thinking of something else.