[ I can’t feel him anywhere in December says the other Vash, and if Vash weren’t sitting the news would knock him down. He’d thought that the worst his gate could do was kill, but it turns out there’s other ways it can cause harm, isn’t there? There’s always another way that he can find to hurt those he cares for, those who are foolish enough to trust him.
His face hurts from smiling, but he can’t make it stop. ]
I didn’t mean for him to see any of that.
[ The other Vash can certainly feel the grief and guilt pouring off of him in waves, especially when his eye catches the Punisher leaning up against the far wall. Water? Food? No, what he needs is to be as far away from the people he loves as he can get, so that maybe, maybe he can stop hurting them. He needs to get out of here, needs to get to Octovern.
Needs to go fight his brother, one last time. ]
I’m sorry. [ There’s no tears this time, at least. Only his pathetically quavering voice and shaking hands. ] After all this time, I still can’t control it.
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His face hurts from smiling, but he can’t make it stop. ]
I didn’t mean for him to see any of that.
[ The other Vash can certainly feel the grief and guilt pouring off of him in waves, especially when his eye catches the Punisher leaning up against the far wall. Water? Food? No, what he needs is to be as far away from the people he loves as he can get, so that maybe, maybe he can stop hurting them. He needs to get out of here, needs to get to Octovern.
Needs to go fight his brother, one last time. ]
I’m sorry. [ There’s no tears this time, at least. Only his pathetically quavering voice and shaking hands. ] After all this time, I still can’t control it.