[ He frowns at that, roots and flowers rising like he's defending himself from the words. A shadow of Vash, the double says, like he isn't the shadow of him. Lost and broken. Sick. ]

What does a twisted thing like you know? He's happy, and I'm always there for him when he needs me. Plus he has our sisters and our children. Hundreds of them. There's nothing to be afraid of for any of us.

[ There's something wild in those eyes, like he's trying to convince himself, too. ]

It will always be us.