There weren't too many giant crosses out in the world. Honestly, there was only one Milly knew of and she had handed it off to Vash. So logically... if that was the Punisher, then the figure next to it was Vash! And Vash would know where Meryl was, and if he didn't, he'd help Milly to find her! It was a perfect plan or so she thought, as she approached in her usual cheerful manner.
"Mr. Vash! Have you-"
But as she approached, the scene began to fill itself out. Vash's hair had gone dark, and it almost looked as if some big fight had just happened. And the cross was next to a... with a glass of...
Her lips quivered, though her smile remained. It was an eerie sight, as if part of her face was frozen somehow. She didn't feel like she could move it, didn't want to move it. She'd spent so long working to fight this feeling. If her mind was busy, then it didn't have to listen to her heart. She didn't have to remember why she was the one who had the Punisher now, why she had given it to Vash. In a place like this, however, it was all like a punch straight to the gut.
Milly felt a pit form deep in her stomach and she let out a breath, which with her still smiling, sounded like a weird kind of laugh.
"Ha..."
She clenched her teeth, hoping that could keep her smile in place. But already, tears were forming in her eyes. She blinked, a fraction of a second, and tears began to pour down her cheeks.
This whole time, Milly had pushed her feelings away so that she could be strong for Meryl. They needed to make enough money to take care of Vash and stay in the town, and she couldn't be crying during all her shifts. She preferred it that way too, it made it seem as if nothing had ever happened. This was just another one of their little adventures and they had crossed paths with Mr. Priest briefly before, and they'd cross paths again someday. He'd appear any day now. He'd say something about her work clothes and they would laugh. She'd tell him how Vash was doing, how Meryl was doting on him, and then they'd all have drinks together that night. Everything would be like it was.
It wasn't, though. Here Vash was, after all, in front of Wolfwood's grave. She breathes out again, allowing her smile to fall finally into something more neutral.
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"Mr. Vash! Have you-"
But as she approached, the scene began to fill itself out. Vash's hair had gone dark, and it almost looked as if some big fight had just happened. And the cross was next to a... with a glass of...
Her lips quivered, though her smile remained. It was an eerie sight, as if part of her face was frozen somehow. She didn't feel like she could move it, didn't want to move it. She'd spent so long working to fight this feeling. If her mind was busy, then it didn't have to listen to her heart. She didn't have to remember why she was the one who had the Punisher now, why she had given it to Vash. In a place like this, however, it was all like a punch straight to the gut.
Milly felt a pit form deep in her stomach and she let out a breath, which with her still smiling, sounded like a weird kind of laugh.
"Ha..."
She clenched her teeth, hoping that could keep her smile in place. But already, tears were forming in her eyes. She blinked, a fraction of a second, and tears began to pour down her cheeks.
This whole time, Milly had pushed her feelings away so that she could be strong for Meryl. They needed to make enough money to take care of Vash and stay in the town, and she couldn't be crying during all her shifts. She preferred it that way too, it made it seem as if nothing had ever happened. This was just another one of their little adventures and they had crossed paths with Mr. Priest briefly before, and they'd cross paths again someday. He'd appear any day now. He'd say something about her work clothes and they would laugh. She'd tell him how Vash was doing, how Meryl was doting on him, and then they'd all have drinks together that night. Everything would be like it was.
It wasn't, though. Here Vash was, after all, in front of Wolfwood's grave. She breathes out again, allowing her smile to fall finally into something more neutral.
"May I sit with you?"