[ The street at first seems deserted, so when the door to one of the businesses slams open, Vash's first instinct is, naturally, to draw on them. Maybe they're a resident of December, a last holdout of the evacuation, but maybe they're an enemy. With the day he's having, he's not taking any chances.
But his hand hasn't even grazed the grip of his gun before the face in front of him registers, and everything just seems to stop. The wind whistling through the empty streets fades away, the frantic pounding of his heartbeat dies into nothing, even the words the man is speaking don't have any sound, because that man is dead. He watched that man die barely an hour ago. He sat next to that man and waited with him while his heart gave out. He listened to his last breath rattle through him, he watched him die, that can't be... ]
...Wolfwood?
[ His voice is so quiet he's not even sure he spoke aloud. There's some commotion behind the man, and two more people emerge from the bar. On another day, watching himself walk through a doorway would be mind blowing, but today the other Vash barely even registers. Kni, at least, gets a relieved smile, but Vash can't keep his attention away from the other man for more than a second.
It's not possible. He takes a hesitant step forward, hands flexing at his sides. It's a ghost. It's a vision. It's a hallucination, it's Legato's work, he's finally gone mad, it's a miracle, it's a miracle. His breath shudders painfully in his throat, and he claps one hand hard over his mouth to stop whatever foolish thing his heart was about to make him say.
He's alive. How, he can't begin to imagine, but god, thank god, somebody heard him. He's alive. ]
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But his hand hasn't even grazed the grip of his gun before the face in front of him registers, and everything just seems to stop. The wind whistling through the empty streets fades away, the frantic pounding of his heartbeat dies into nothing, even the words the man is speaking don't have any sound, because that man is dead. He watched that man die barely an hour ago. He sat next to that man and waited with him while his heart gave out. He listened to his last breath rattle through him, he watched him die, that can't be... ]
...Wolfwood?
[ His voice is so quiet he's not even sure he spoke aloud. There's some commotion behind the man, and two more people emerge from the bar. On another day, watching himself walk through a doorway would be mind blowing, but today the other Vash barely even registers. Kni, at least, gets a relieved smile, but Vash can't keep his attention away from the other man for more than a second.
It's not possible. He takes a hesitant step forward, hands flexing at his sides. It's a ghost. It's a vision. It's a hallucination, it's Legato's work, he's finally gone mad, it's a miracle, it's a miracle. His breath shudders painfully in his throat, and he claps one hand hard over his mouth to stop whatever foolish thing his heart was about to make him say.
He's alive. How, he can't begin to imagine, but god, thank god, somebody heard him. He's alive. ]