[He wasn't sure what made him scream; the intense, electrifying pain that coursed through what constituted a body for him, or the horror of the thing he had seen before he had stumbled back through the other side of those feathers. The growing, almost undeniable fear that he knew this creature, he knew it, he had failed it - him.]
NO! NO! God, oh God, please no!!! [He had no doubt he would have been physically, violently ill if he'd still been alive, and even as he was, it sent him stumbling to the ground, his own voice shrieking out, wailing, for a moment unable to hold back his own wave of grief as tears poured down his face.
But then he was dragging himself to his feet again, lunging after the thing, even as he braced himself for the agony it was going to put him through to shift through that barrier of feathers all over again.]
VASH, IT'S DYING! HELP IT REST, VASH! GIVE IT MERCY, IT'S IN AGONY, PLEASE!
[He didn't want to believe what he was seeing, couldn't believe what his mind was telling him, but the chance that it was right, that this nightmare was real was too much, too much. Even if he was wrong, let it die, and he would sort it out on the other side! Whatever was left when this thing came to meet him, he would take care of it! It was what Vash would have wanted him to do, and if it-...if it was...
He was openly sobbing when he neared it, but he sent his voice out to it nonetheless, and he reached out and forced himself to touch it, focused all of his attention on reaching it]
Let him help you! Let us help! We can make it stop, I promise, I'll take you home, I can take you where you won't have to hurt anymore! Never again! There's no more pain, I promise!
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NO! NO! God, oh God, please no!!! [He had no doubt he would have been physically, violently ill if he'd still been alive, and even as he was, it sent him stumbling to the ground, his own voice shrieking out, wailing, for a moment unable to hold back his own wave of grief as tears poured down his face.
But then he was dragging himself to his feet again, lunging after the thing, even as he braced himself for the agony it was going to put him through to shift through that barrier of feathers all over again.]
VASH, IT'S DYING! HELP IT REST, VASH! GIVE IT MERCY, IT'S IN AGONY, PLEASE!
[He didn't want to believe what he was seeing, couldn't believe what his mind was telling him, but the chance that it was right, that this nightmare was real was too much, too much. Even if he was wrong, let it die, and he would sort it out on the other side! Whatever was left when this thing came to meet him, he would take care of it! It was what Vash would have wanted him to do, and if it-...if it was...
He was openly sobbing when he neared it, but he sent his voice out to it nonetheless, and he reached out and forced himself to touch it, focused all of his attention on reaching it]
Let him help you! Let us help! We can make it stop, I promise, I'll take you home, I can take you where you won't have to hurt anymore! Never again! There's no more pain, I promise!