Vanitas narrowly avoids hurling as one set of vision arcs up and over with dizzying speed and the other stays constant. While usually he doesn't feel anything from his Unversed unless they're killed, because he's borrowing Bunny's eyes he feels a muffled pressure around his own throat, absently pulling at his collar. The running isn't helping the difficulty breathing either.

He's loathe to cut the link altogether all the same, for the same general reason as he'd be to take his eyes off a snake he came across. He can tell, in that same muffled way, the Flood scratching and trying to bite with no result.

Vanitas breaks through the treeline with Keyblade already in hand and sees Ventus with his own two eyes, pulling back his attention from Bunny's. The too-tight feeling disappears from his neck just as Ventus's fingers clamp down further, in what would have elicited a squeak if the small creature could still get any air. Bunny's kicking intensifies.

"Go jump off the edge," Vanitas snaps. It's been a very long day. He points at Bunny with the Keyblade. "And give me that first." The words are definitely braver than he actually feels, and undermined by his panting. He still vividly remembers getting his ass kicked.