[ It's... weird to see someone looking do much like himself dive to hold already dead pieces of a human. Like it was important and not just trash. Vash kind of wants to tut at him and tell him to go wash his hands, admonish him about getting himself dirty like that, but this wasn't one of their little ones making their first mess.
This is a version of himself made from nightmares or lost pieces of his cleaned mind, a still sick, incomplete Vash that hadn't been reformed yet. It's so pitiful, honestly. Someone with his face, not knowing how perfect Nai is. ]
A tool? That's crass of you. I'm the real brother. [ Frowning, he reforms his roots and shadows to cover up more, a mirror of Nai's strange organic coat. ] We're happy, while you're still sick.
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This is a version of himself made from nightmares or lost pieces of his cleaned mind, a still sick, incomplete Vash that hadn't been reformed yet. It's so pitiful, honestly. Someone with his face, not knowing how perfect Nai is. ]
A tool? That's crass of you. I'm the real brother. [ Frowning, he reforms his roots and shadows to cover up more, a mirror of Nai's strange organic coat. ] We're happy, while you're still sick.