[ Vash stops when the younger version of his brother does, swaying slightly, weariness written all over him. Knives looks angry, and in his heart Vash fears that he knows the reason why. Last time they'd met, he'd told this version of his brother a whole series of lies about the future to come, in the hopes that, by trying to stop his Vash from losing faith in humanity, this version of Knives wouldn't make the same terrible choices.
That may have been just one more mistake in a long lifetime of mistakes. But if Knives didn't come here to be angry at Vash, then how is he here? ]
I'm sorry. Something strange is going on, and I don't understand why.
[ He can't leave Knives here, not by himself, and he can't bring him with him to Octovern, can he? Nowhere is safe right now, especially for the child version of Million Knives. Vash rubs hard at the back of his neck, trying to get his thoughts in order enough to see a way out of this. ]
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That may have been just one more mistake in a long lifetime of mistakes. But if Knives didn't come here to be angry at Vash, then how is he here? ]
I'm sorry. Something strange is going on, and I don't understand why.
[ He can't leave Knives here, not by himself, and he can't bring him with him to Octovern, can he? Nowhere is safe right now, especially for the child version of Million Knives. Vash rubs hard at the back of his neck, trying to get his thoughts in order enough to see a way out of this. ]
Are you okay? You're not hurt?