[ The man is painting the sand dark red, lifeblood flowing out, and all Vash does is watch with that detached amusement. So easily destroyed, humans. Just a clip of their delicate wings and they slip away, just like the beat of this one's heart. Struggling so hard to keep up with the lack of blood.
Making its head all fuzzy and soft. Cute, almost.
...and funny, how it remembers its praise now. Beautiful words fitting the way the angel of humanity's destruction. Even praising him beyond Nai is a little bit of a thrill, honestly. Of course, Vash knows he's not perfect. He needed Nai to fix him, after all. He was broken for so long, he could never be as perfect as his brother. ]
I am as he made me.
[ He says with a sweet, if soulless smile. Then another root spears through the human's midsection, puncturing the vital organs. Not an instant death, but it shouldn't be long, now. Vash just liked to watch the light leave their eyes slowly. ]
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Making its head all fuzzy and soft. Cute, almost.
...and funny, how it remembers its praise now. Beautiful words fitting the way the angel of humanity's destruction. Even praising him beyond Nai is a little bit of a thrill, honestly. Of course, Vash knows he's not perfect. He needed Nai to fix him, after all. He was broken for so long, he could never be as perfect as his brother. ]
I am as he made me.
[ He says with a sweet, if soulless smile. Then another root spears through the human's midsection, puncturing the vital organs. Not an instant death, but it shouldn't be long, now. Vash just liked to watch the light leave their eyes slowly. ]