Vash looked up, from what he was doing, but his body did not stop moving.
"Those are two different questions." Because they were. "Eriks could not have been happy, because even if he was not sought out - and if not by you, or even by Knives, he would have, eventually, ran into a situation that Eriks could not handle - he would always have known he was living a lie. He would also have started outliving those around him, so he'd have had to run, eventually." It was truth. "But the breaks would have gotten better, as long as he stayed. As long as they were not rebroken." He breathed out, looking back down. "It wouldn't have lasted much longer, I don't think. Because the world was not... calm enough to allow that much time. But that is what I meant when I talked about time and healing, yes. It might not be as isolated, but so long as nothing pushes you past those things that you would not normally choose to do, healing will come."
Slower, sometimes, when things were still too horrible, but it would still do so.
When he asked about some time alone, Vash nodded, putting away the bucket and the shovel both, then going inside following the scent of the rubbing alcohol to use it, himself. Then he sat down, bringing up the heel of one foot to rest on the edge of the chair, resting his forehead against his knee. Rest in peace, Wolfwood. You have been loved, you loved, and you've earned a rest from the pain that you bore. We'll try to make this world safer for those you fought for.
The words only echoed in his mind, but he meant each one.
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"Those are two different questions." Because they were. "Eriks could not have been happy, because even if he was not sought out - and if not by you, or even by Knives, he would have, eventually, ran into a situation that Eriks could not handle - he would always have known he was living a lie. He would also have started outliving those around him, so he'd have had to run, eventually." It was truth. "But the breaks would have gotten better, as long as he stayed. As long as they were not rebroken." He breathed out, looking back down. "It wouldn't have lasted much longer, I don't think. Because the world was not... calm enough to allow that much time. But that is what I meant when I talked about time and healing, yes. It might not be as isolated, but so long as nothing pushes you past those things that you would not normally choose to do, healing will come."
Slower, sometimes, when things were still too horrible, but it would still do so.
When he asked about some time alone, Vash nodded, putting away the bucket and the shovel both, then going inside following the scent of the rubbing alcohol to use it, himself. Then he sat down, bringing up the heel of one foot to rest on the edge of the chair, resting his forehead against his knee. Rest in peace, Wolfwood. You have been loved, you loved, and you've earned a rest from the pain that you bore. We'll try to make this world safer for those you fought for.
The words only echoed in his mind, but he meant each one.