[ At first, as the other Vash shares what he's seen, it's all somehow, wonderfully hopeful! So much happens, in what feels like such a short time, but what he can parse from all the images and emotions is so much joy. Difficult battles, certainly, struggles and pain, but at the end there's light! He sees something about the other plants raining feathers down across the world, which is a miracle, he can't believe it! And Livio survives, and that's such a relief too, another sacrifice that wasn't made in vain... and speaking of sacrifices and surviving what's to come, if the war is truly over and the other Vash is still – clearly! – alive, then did that mean...? Does he convince Knives to change his mind? How?! What does he say, what does he do, what convinces him, please!
But before he can dig further into the memory for answers, the mood shifts abruptly. It's an immediate gut punch of grief, and fear, and pain: first, hinted more than stated, there's something horrific about Legato, something that he instinctively recoils from. Something he doesn't want to dig into. Something that makes the breath seize in his chest, something...
...and then Vash feels his brother die. ]
...No.
[ The other Vash might be maintaining his mask, but Vash cannot, not in the face of all of... this.The tears are immediate and blinding as he staggers back, throwing up his hands to try and ward off the feelings that the other Vash is bombarding him with. It's as if someone reached inside his chest and carved out a great handful of his heart. He can't breathe. It's too much. ]
Stop! Stop, no more, please, stop!
[ This isn't real, this can't be real! Wolfwood's death is still so fresh in his heart, ungrieved and unburied, and now he's going to lose Knives, too? He can't. He won't.He has to... Knives, where is Knives? Where is his brother?!
His feet slip beneath him as he backs away from the man who looks so much like him. Knives is in Dec-- no, Octovern, he has to get to Octovern, now. ]
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But before he can dig further into the memory for answers, the mood shifts abruptly. It's an immediate gut punch of grief, and fear, and pain: first, hinted more than stated, there's something horrific about Legato, something that he instinctively recoils from. Something he doesn't want to dig into. Something that makes the breath seize in his chest, something...
...and then Vash feels his brother die. ]
...No.
[ The other Vash might be maintaining his mask, but Vash cannot, not in the face of all of... this.The tears are immediate and blinding as he staggers back, throwing up his hands to try and ward off the feelings that the other Vash is bombarding him with. It's as if someone reached inside his chest and carved out a great handful of his heart. He can't breathe. It's too much. ]
Stop! Stop, no more, please, stop!
[ This isn't real, this can't be real! Wolfwood's death is still so fresh in his heart, ungrieved and unburied, and now he's going to lose Knives, too? He can't. He won't.He has to... Knives, where is Knives? Where is his brother?!
His feet slip beneath him as he backs away from the man who looks so much like him. Knives is in Dec-- no, Octovern, he has to get to Octovern, now. ]