[ ugh, there's dirt in his mouth and he's sure his face is covered in it too. nai sits up as vash scrambles away, eyebrow raised at his odd reaction. ]

Vash...

[ the marks fade back into his skin for now as nai stands up, brushing dirt off of his clothes with a frustrated tick to his brow. without saying anything else he walks over to the crate vash is hiding behind and kicks it away. ]

What are you doing? C'mon. [ he reaches to grab his brother's wrist to tug him up. ] If you were listening at all, this wouldn't be such a surprise. Do you know how many different versions of you I've met here? [ two! or maybe now three. ] We're different, but you'll always be my brother, so stop crying, okay?