He knows the wasteland. There were parts of the world he hadn't been to, of course, but the likelihood of Vash being in any such place bereft of humanity was slim, and plants - that could only be what Vash was dealing with - inevitably wound up close to humans. An injured plant. No, several, that's not one being.
He'd been in a similar state, more than once. He wouldn't have survived it if he weren't a plant either, but that didn't mean that small shape would be able to last without assistance. Knives would likely ignore it were this a human child, or claim to be too far away. But his own kind?
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He knows the wasteland. There were parts of the world he hadn't been to, of course, but the likelihood of Vash being in any such place bereft of humanity was slim, and plants - that could only be what Vash was dealing with - inevitably wound up close to humans. An injured plant. No, several, that's not one being.
He'd been in a similar state, more than once. He wouldn't have survived it if he weren't a plant either, but that didn't mean that small shape would be able to last without assistance. Knives would likely ignore it were this a human child, or claim to be too far away. But his own kind?