[ When Vanitas moves closer to the camera, so does Honir, almost like they're children conspiring about some secret - but he's doing it less to share valuable knowledge and more because if Vanitas is doing it then it must be the thing to do? ]

Oh, I had - hmm, more arms, but they weren't like these arms.

[ He lifts his again in a vague flap. ]

And I was mostly made of air and clouds. Oh! I had wings too! Sort of. They weren't like bird wings or dragon wings.

[ He sounds excited and wistful at the same time, while also scrunching his nose at the struggle of explaining what they were when they weren't really tangible in so finite a way as they are now. ]