Honestly, if Ventus had been truely smart he would have taunted Vanitas with loosing until the other boy got stronger by himself. Unfortunately, he's almost painfully honest, even with his bad intentions.

"It's not an opinion." Ventus says idly, his tone practically begging Vanitas to deny it. "Besides, I'm not even the one grading you."

He looks like he might continue, but he blinks again in that same half-awkward surprise, though this time he clamps down on it faster. "We cannot leave?" He says instead, not meaning for it to sound like a question. "The magical distortion around this world is...immense. It might as well be a jail cell." Another reason to assume Vanitas would have taken him here, where he'd be declawed and helpless. Perhaps the Chi-blade could rip through the fabric of this world but no..no Vanitas wasn't even strong enough for that yet. He presses a hand behind his back and clenches his nails into his palm as he grits his teeth at the conundrum, venting his....dissatisfaction. Yes.