[ Tear it out, make it stop, hurting everyone, Knives, brother I'm sorry, I hurt Knives, I hurt Knives...
Something catches ahold of him, pinning his arms aside, and Vash can't muster the energy to care who it is or what they want. If he's restrained, then maybe he won't hurt anyone else. They can have him. They can take him away, it's okay. He's done. He's so tired.
But then there's someone warm behind him, someone soothing and gentle who presses up against his back, supporting him, and Vash closes his eyes and lets himself fall back against them. Against the other him. It's safe here, with his other self. It's quiet, and he knows, in his heart, that his other self won't let him hurt Knives anymore. He won't let him hurt Wolfwood. He can stop.
The feathers, mangled bloody ones and pristine alike, begin to pull back beneath Vash's skin as his panicked breathing slows. It's just him and himself here, and Vash turns his face to his other self, whispering secrets as he slips downwards into the welcoming darkness. ]
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Something catches ahold of him, pinning his arms aside, and Vash can't muster the energy to care who it is or what they want. If he's restrained, then maybe he won't hurt anyone else. They can have him. They can take him away, it's okay. He's done. He's so tired.
But then there's someone warm behind him, someone soothing and gentle who presses up against his back, supporting him, and Vash closes his eyes and lets himself fall back against them. Against the other him. It's safe here, with his other self. It's quiet, and he knows, in his heart, that his other self won't let him hurt Knives anymore. He won't let him hurt Wolfwood. He can stop.
The feathers, mangled bloody ones and pristine alike, begin to pull back beneath Vash's skin as his panicked breathing slows. It's just him and himself here, and Vash turns his face to his other self, whispering secrets as he slips downwards into the welcoming darkness. ]
Please. I don't want to do this anymore.