[The sight of Vash's wing, so different from what he was familiar with but still breathtakingly beautiful, even as his perception of the living world tried to dim around the edges, was enough that for a moment he almost forgot the horror of what he was seeing. He almost reached out when it stretched as if to pull him into the hold, his hand turning up before he watched it pull away.
The voices, though, snapped his attention back to the matter at hand, and even if they couldn't see him, he shuffled closer, watching as she dragged herself out of the mass, only half a body, broken, horrifying in ways he had rarely seen even in the most violent, enhanced fights. The memory of Livio and himself slaughtering each other in front of the orphanage wasn't as grotesque as this, and he had lived it.
Even if not for very long.]
Y'gotta let 'er go, Needle-Noggin. Come on. She doesn't deserve this...[Words not meant to be heard, because he was groggy enough that for a moment he forgot that it was a thing he'd been actually doing for the first time in so many years. He stepped closer when he did remember, until he was close enough that he could have felt their body heat if he'd been in a physical body, almost close enough to touch, the raw energy of whatever made them up just tingling at the edges of his perception. Close enough that when he worked up the energy to speak again, they could still hear him, even though his voice was incredibly faint.]
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't want you hurtin' your brother. I won't do it again.
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The voices, though, snapped his attention back to the matter at hand, and even if they couldn't see him, he shuffled closer, watching as she dragged herself out of the mass, only half a body, broken, horrifying in ways he had rarely seen even in the most violent, enhanced fights. The memory of Livio and himself slaughtering each other in front of the orphanage wasn't as grotesque as this, and he had lived it.
Even if not for very long.]
Y'gotta let 'er go, Needle-Noggin. Come on. She doesn't deserve this...[Words not meant to be heard, because he was groggy enough that for a moment he forgot that it was a thing he'd been actually doing for the first time in so many years. He stepped closer when he did remember, until he was close enough that he could have felt their body heat if he'd been in a physical body, almost close enough to touch, the raw energy of whatever made them up just tingling at the edges of his perception. Close enough that when he worked up the energy to speak again, they could still hear him, even though his voice was incredibly faint.]
I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't want you hurtin' your brother. I won't do it again.