[ The onslaught of pain and anger and hatred was worse than the physical danger, and Vash couldn't breathe, couldn't think, tears pouring out of his eyes outside of his own volition. This was - he could not have answered the question even if he had heard it. But it was beyond his wildest imaginings.
But...
There was one thought, a center of calm, painful, grieving calm within, which was not shaken by any of this. A center that had grown stronger now that Rem was returned to him, however strange that was. ]
Killing does not stop the pain. Then you would just be alone with the pain.
[ The thought was not hurled violently back, but instead settled like a pool of serenity, present and gentle but while the surface could be rippled, it would not be destroyed.
He was aware of what Wolfwood was doing, he couldn't not, but somehow he was afraid that a soul, in a situation like this, was more vulnerable even than flesh and blood. And his were more durable than most. He did not flinch away from the feathers aimed at him. ]
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But...
There was one thought, a center of calm, painful, grieving calm within, which was not shaken by any of this. A center that had grown stronger now that Rem was returned to him, however strange that was. ]
Killing does not stop the pain. Then you would just be alone with the pain.
[ The thought was not hurled violently back, but instead settled like a pool of serenity, present and gentle but while the surface could be rippled, it would not be destroyed.
He was aware of what Wolfwood was doing, he couldn't not, but somehow he was afraid that a soul, in a situation like this, was more vulnerable even than flesh and blood. And his were more durable than most. He did not flinch away from the feathers aimed at him. ]
I will try to not cause you more pain.