[ She lays in his arms, face buried against his chest - and for the first time in her short life, she doesn't feel scared. Vash is like her, just like her and now that she's finally close to actually feel that, it's safer than the cocoon of her angry sisters. It still hurts, though. The pain doesn't stop like her fear does - it hurts so much that her little body trembles against his, hand desperately clutching the red coat. She should be dead a hundred times over, but she can't die and there's no mercy for her.

Never any mercy.

Even when the humans thought she was dead, and couldn't hear her scream as she was cut into so many pieces. ]

Vash... [ She whispers, listening to him as he speaks of ghosts. She doesn't know what a ghost is, and the invisible thing's apologies just confuse her. Some of the humans said they were sorry, but they still continued to hurt her, so what did 'sorry' even mean? Wolves and woods and things she doesn't know. At least she didn't hurt her brother, the thing was right about that. She would have broken more if she did.

Twin brothers, though? More like her? More like them? ] I want to meet... the N̠̦̜̖ͦ̕aͩi̷̗̦͈̠͛̈́̑̅. I don't like ̏̑́͛͋̀k̹̮̹̉ͩ̀̿ͩ̄ͫn̲̣̳̘͚̩̆̓̅̈ï̢͓ͬ̌̚v͍̣̬̜̰̯̩ͭͫͭ̓̆ͭͧe̛̤̖͙͔͛͑ͨͨ̓͊s̭̪̍̓͆̈͊͛ͥ̕. They hurt. [ She struggles to say through all the pain, and knowing that there's more of her kind that are not in pieces somehow makes it all feel so much easier. She's surrounded by so much love and peace from her brother that even the cocoon stills, the sisters finally relaxing a bit. ]

Thank you. Thank y͔̖̞̞̳͔͔͌́̍ͧ̂o̖͕͚̞̭̰͓͂ͫ͊̎u̴̯̹͙͌ͅ.