Noé had killed Vanitas. It's been months since then, he can't move on.

He didn't have a choice, Vanitas became a cursebearer.

Noé's heart was heavy with regret and guilt.

".. Vanitas.. " He sobbed, hugging his pillow tightly. His pale hair shining in the moonlight seeping through the window.

" Vanitas.. I.. I'm sorry.. " He cried and cried, yet Vanitas was still dead. Nothing could change that.

He hated himself for killing Vanitas. He loved him, so much.