[Nope! Nope double nopety NOPE nope fuck that! He felt his literal entire being give a full-body shudder and had to shake it out of his limbs, and he just knew, if he'd still been alive, he would have just been physically ill. It had been bad enough, growing up in the orphanage and seeing the children who were dealing with families that had done that to them before someone had stepped in and rescued them from that Hell. But none of them had sounded like this, talked as if the whole thing was...was...!
And none of them had been a walking, talking mockery of the sweetest, kindest man he'd ever met, the man he would have gladly spent the rest of his life with if he'd been given the chance to live a normal life!
The revulsion and rage at his expense was intense, and he had to take a moment before he could compose himself, to try and separate himself from the whole scenario and not flip right the fuck out like he desperately wanted to do. But then the sad, brainwashed fucker accusing him of lying snapped the thin veneer of control he had on his temper.]
[And maybe if it would get through whatever fucked up shit this man's brother had done to him, he could be done with this entire horrifying scene and go home! He lunged in, phasing through the vines surrounding him and gritting his teeth around the seering pain it caused, and his hands became physical, reaching out to grab his head with one hand, grasping onto a flowered vine with the other, and put every single bit of his energy into projecting his thoughts out at him, his memories, and praying to whatever called itself God that they would work the same as the feathers on the Plants where he was from.
Rem, Knives, watching them walk into the light, squabbling with Vash, laughing with him, following him through the sand, unseen, unheard, but loving him still after so many years, mourning silently with him when someone died, and even more recently, meeting the version of him that looked the most like this one, with his unruly mop of hair, his too-big glasses, sad and sweet and soft-spoken and kind, loving him too, because how could he do anything but love them?]
Your brother's a monster!
[Translation: "Mother Fucker!" "I can't believe I'm listening to this right now! Fucking asshole!"]
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And none of them had been a walking, talking mockery of the sweetest, kindest man he'd ever met, the man he would have gladly spent the rest of his life with if he'd been given the chance to live a normal life!
The revulsion and rage at his expense was intense, and he had to take a moment before he could compose himself, to try and separate himself from the whole scenario and not flip right the fuck out like he desperately wanted to do. But then the sad, brainwashed fucker accusing him of lying snapped the thin veneer of control he had on his temper.]
Chingar a su madre! Do you even hear what you're saying? No puedo creer que esté escuchando esto ahora mismo! Pinche pendejo! [He didn't even realize he was slipping between languages, his voice rattling off in a barely-comprehensible, horrified mumble of syllables.] You think I'm lying? I've lied about a lot of shit, Blondie, but I'm more serious than I am dead right now! Want me to prove it?
[And maybe if it would get through whatever fucked up shit this man's brother had done to him, he could be done with this entire horrifying scene and go home! He lunged in, phasing through the vines surrounding him and gritting his teeth around the seering pain it caused, and his hands became physical, reaching out to grab his head with one hand, grasping onto a flowered vine with the other, and put every single bit of his energy into projecting his thoughts out at him, his memories, and praying to whatever called itself God that they would work the same as the feathers on the Plants where he was from.
Rem, Knives, watching them walk into the light, squabbling with Vash, laughing with him, following him through the sand, unseen, unheard, but loving him still after so many years, mourning silently with him when someone died, and even more recently, meeting the version of him that looked the most like this one, with his unruly mop of hair, his too-big glasses, sad and sweet and soft-spoken and kind, loving him too, because how could he do anything but love them?]
Your brother's a monster!
[Translation: "Mother Fucker!" "I can't believe I'm listening to this right now! Fucking asshole!"]