He waves it off, as if it didn't matter. "There's other things to try in the meantime if you want something less dangerous. We can, for example, grow wings exactly like our sisters. Save on travel time a little." That's safer sounding, isn't it? More reassuring, easier to control. Even if feathers got out of control, that'd just be feathers, not tiny black holes sucking in everything around it.
Safer. Gentler. More up Vash's alley than something that can cause abject harm immediately. But it would be a start too, and it would be hard to close the door to knowledge once it was opened. "Not willingly, I'll admit. He didn't have much choice, when it was join me or join all his dead friends. If he thought you were a good avenue to both save his own life and spare humanity he might well choose to switch sides." Knives didn't think it likely, Vash was earnest but wasn't particularly persuasive when up against something like his younger self.
Automatically he glances upwards, as if the moon would be visible right now. If it was it'd be a bare crescent, faint in the light. "We happened to it. It's the secondary reason why I want you to practice control. When I was your age I was reckless and naive, and thought it was a brilliant idea to force you to use your power when that had gone so well previously, as surely THIS time you'd understand. You didn't, and well." Now the moon has a hole.
He rubs his chin with a slow thoughtful frown. "I'm not sure how long it'll take you to get enough precision to carve a proper smiley into it. We should probably table that for now."
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Safer. Gentler. More up Vash's alley than something that can cause abject harm immediately. But it would be a start too, and it would be hard to close the door to knowledge once it was opened. "Not willingly, I'll admit. He didn't have much choice, when it was join me or join all his dead friends. If he thought you were a good avenue to both save his own life and spare humanity he might well choose to switch sides." Knives didn't think it likely, Vash was earnest but wasn't particularly persuasive when up against something like his younger self.
Automatically he glances upwards, as if the moon would be visible right now. If it was it'd be a bare crescent, faint in the light. "We happened to it. It's the secondary reason why I want you to practice control. When I was your age I was reckless and naive, and thought it was a brilliant idea to force you to use your power when that had gone so well previously, as surely THIS time you'd understand. You didn't, and well." Now the moon has a hole.
He rubs his chin with a slow thoughtful frown. "I'm not sure how long it'll take you to get enough precision to carve a proper smiley into it. We should probably table that for now."