[ Ever since he and Knives had found Tessla, even since they'd read the whole awful report of her very short life, Vash has had nightmares about that very thing. He's dreamed about being exposed to radiation, injected with solvents, dreamed his teeth falling out. Imagined looking up to see Rem's face behind the scalpel. He knows. He knows exactly what was done to her.
The feathers pull him in, and something inside him slips and unlocks as he reaches up to touch them. He stares, wide-eyed, at the tufts of soft down that erupt painlessly from beneath the skin of his arm, tiny baby feathers that reach out for her larger ones. Her voice is so much louder now, loud enough that he wants to put his hands over his ears, but instead he grits his teeth and reaches up even further. He's not sure what he can do for her, but when he's hurt, being held makes him feel better. She's... she's all in pieces, but he has to try. ]
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The feathers pull him in, and something inside him slips and unlocks as he reaches up to touch them. He stares, wide-eyed, at the tufts of soft down that erupt painlessly from beneath the skin of his arm, tiny baby feathers that reach out for her larger ones. Her voice is so much louder now, loud enough that he wants to put his hands over his ears, but instead he grits his teeth and reaches up even further. He's not sure what he can do for her, but when he's hurt, being held makes him feel better. She's... she's all in pieces, but he has to try. ]
Let me help you, please. How can I help you?