[ After all this time, I still can't control it. Vash blinks, his awareness of what just transpired clarifying somewhat. And his left hand flexes, reflectively, as he looks down at the palm that no longer exists, not as it did back then.
Then his eyes snap back towards Vash. He knows that combination of feelings, and the urge, the need.
To run.
But he looks away again, still smiling, and his voice is soft. He is not judging. He can't believe it, but he won't judge. ]
After all that... are you really... can you really just leave him behind?
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Then his eyes snap back towards Vash. He knows that combination of feelings, and the urge, the need.
To run.
But he looks away again, still smiling, and his voice is soft. He is not judging. He can't believe it, but he won't judge. ]
After all that... are you really... can you really just leave him behind?