He twisted where he sat, leaning against the crate and watching the way Vash reacted, and he tilted his head until he was resting it lazily against the box behind him. It was strange, to see this man that was so different than what he expected, but to also see all the little ways that he just...fit. What made it the most real, though, was his voice. He spoke so much softer than the man he knew, but...there was no denying that it was the same voice. It was almost tempting to close his eyes and just listen as he spoke.
He even began to, letting the sound of him speaking wash over him, knowing that he was finally being heard, that he was speaking to him. It sent a sharp, painful surge of so much joy through him that he gave a small, gasped sob, and his eyes snapped open, his hand reaching up to wipe away the tears that ran down his face. That...that was too much. Too much.
When he spoke again, the shape of it sounded as if he were smiling. But it was also sad.
Yeah. 'S been a while. But it's alright. 'S not so bad. It's...peaceful. He knew that Vash would be worried, and if nothing else came of the conversation, he hoped that he could at least reassure him of that much. If the man had to know he was dead, that he lingered after his death, then he wanted to make sure he knew that he wasn't suffering. Things're different, though, yeah. I'm not sure how I got here, to be honest. I was...somewhere else. Another you. I'm watchin' out for 'im, so he...we were walkin' in the desert, on the way to...probably Home. I never let 'im know I'm there, don't want to upset 'im, so I'm never quite sure, but...after you've traveled a road enough times, you start to recognize where you are, even if you aren't told...
Anyway, somethin' happened, thought it was just an earthquake, but it made even me fall. That doesn't happen. An' when I stood back up, he was gone, an' I was...wherever this is. Well, not directly here. I wandered for a while, then I found your mom's little joint, here. She said you'd be comin' back soon, and...I thought I'd found 'im again, but you're not him, obviously. No offense'r nothin'.
He looked down at the device for a few seconds, thinking. It had certainly been physically easier than talking, yes, but...well, it was a lot easier for his words to get jumbled when he was typing them, and he'd already seen how spectacularly that had gone the last time.
I'm not great with typin' on it. It's easy enough to press the buttons, sure, easier than talkin', but...I never did get used to usin' a typewriter. It's kinda strange, words just come out different when you're talkin' than when you're typin' them out. 'S how I scared your mom, I forgot important bits I wouldn't have if I'd just been talking.
Didn't exactly help that I thought she was the Rem where I'm from. She would've known who I was when I tried talkin' to 'er. We met before. Your mom obviously didn't, so she wasn' ready to suddenly find herself...literally dealin' with... He gestured at himself, even if Vash couldn't see him. This. People don't like bein' hit in the face with an existential crisis.
It is but it's also laaame! It's too bad not having it makes us go nutty, booo!
He even began to, letting the sound of him speaking wash over him, knowing that he was finally being heard, that he was speaking to him. It sent a sharp, painful surge of so much joy through him that he gave a small, gasped sob, and his eyes snapped open, his hand reaching up to wipe away the tears that ran down his face. That...that was too much. Too much.
When he spoke again, the shape of it sounded as if he were smiling. But it was also sad.
Yeah. 'S been a while. But it's alright. 'S not so bad. It's...peaceful. He knew that Vash would be worried, and if nothing else came of the conversation, he hoped that he could at least reassure him of that much. If the man had to know he was dead, that he lingered after his death, then he wanted to make sure he knew that he wasn't suffering. Things're different, though, yeah. I'm not sure how I got here, to be honest. I was...somewhere else. Another you. I'm watchin' out for 'im, so he...we were walkin' in the desert, on the way to...probably Home. I never let 'im know I'm there, don't want to upset 'im, so I'm never quite sure, but...after you've traveled a road enough times, you start to recognize where you are, even if you aren't told...
Anyway, somethin' happened, thought it was just an earthquake, but it made even me fall. That doesn't happen. An' when I stood back up, he was gone, an' I was...wherever this is. Well, not directly here. I wandered for a while, then I found your mom's little joint, here. She said you'd be comin' back soon, and...I thought I'd found 'im again, but you're not him, obviously. No offense'r nothin'.
He looked down at the device for a few seconds, thinking. It had certainly been physically easier than talking, yes, but...well, it was a lot easier for his words to get jumbled when he was typing them, and he'd already seen how spectacularly that had gone the last time.
I'm not great with typin' on it. It's easy enough to press the buttons, sure, easier than talkin', but...I never did get used to usin' a typewriter. It's kinda strange, words just come out different when you're talkin' than when you're typin' them out. 'S how I scared your mom, I forgot important bits I wouldn't have if I'd just been talking.
Didn't exactly help that I thought she was the Rem where I'm from. She would've known who I was when I tried talkin' to 'er. We met before. Your mom obviously didn't, so she wasn' ready to suddenly find herself...literally dealin' with... He gestured at himself, even if Vash couldn't see him. This. People don't like bein' hit in the face with an existential crisis.