[ everything all at once and nai is helpless against the onslaught.
memory after memory after memory, they blend and blur together without a moment to breathe in between, leaving nai at their disorienting whim. he sways on his feet because terribly, the most coherent thought that stands out against everything happening all at once is the recurring them of him. himself. knives, kni, nai, and everything in between.
he wanted to know, but he didn't. maybe because he already knew anyways. only now he had the memories that played out like movies to go with the yawning, aching horror that he was the villain here. not at all like the brave heroes in the movies he loved so much, fighting for what was right. that wasn't him at all and the reality of it sinks in straight into his chest.
he's pulled away from the wave of memories to bear witness to wolfwood pulling the gun on him. he stares down into the barrel, eyes wide as the moons in the sky and pupils dilated as he breathes hard. he can't move, even when he knows he's going to die he just can't move. the world moves slowly around him, every voice miles away. vash let go of his hand and now he was lost.
he watches vash intervening, one vash out of two who both held his hand and smiled at him as if they loved him, but that isn't right. that can't be right. not after what he's seen, what they know about him, it's just not right at all.
nai moves without thinking, taking a jilted step back and then another before taking off into the city's connected alleys. his heart is beating so fast it hurts, but he doesn't stop running. ]
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memory after memory after memory, they blend and blur together without a moment to breathe in between, leaving nai at their disorienting whim. he sways on his feet because terribly, the most coherent thought that stands out against everything happening all at once is the recurring them of him. himself. knives, kni, nai, and everything in between.
he wanted to know, but he didn't. maybe because he already knew anyways. only now he had the memories that played out like movies to go with the yawning, aching horror that he was the villain here. not at all like the brave heroes in the movies he loved so much, fighting for what was right. that wasn't him at all and the reality of it sinks in straight into his chest.
he's pulled away from the wave of memories to bear witness to wolfwood pulling the gun on him. he stares down into the barrel, eyes wide as the moons in the sky and pupils dilated as he breathes hard. he can't move, even when he knows he's going to die he just can't move. the world moves slowly around him, every voice miles away. vash let go of his hand and now he was lost.
he watches vash intervening, one vash out of two who both held his hand and smiled at him as if they loved him, but that isn't right. that can't be right. not after what he's seen, what they know about him, it's just not right at all.
nai moves without thinking, taking a jilted step back and then another before taking off into the city's connected alleys. his heart is beating so fast it hurts, but he doesn't stop running. ]