[ The words are so, so small, face pale as a ghost and eyes still bleary and unfocused. All Vash can see is flashes of the lives he took, how he enjoyed it. The things his brother did to him.
He's trembling, sick to his very core - and if he still needed to eat, he would have retched until he spit blood. Vash's soul is crushed, he's not going to come back from this. How do you come back from dooming humanity he used to love with his whole heart? Willingly, eager to see them all eradicated?
He wants to end, he wants to stop all of this. It's not even selfish in his mind, it might even save a few lives. There's nothing he could ever do to fix this. Vash can't, though. He can't even atone that way, because it would make him even more of a murderer.
His gate is full of destruction and innocence in one. ]
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[ The words are so, so small, face pale as a ghost and eyes still bleary and unfocused. All Vash can see is flashes of the lives he took, how he enjoyed it. The things his brother did to him.
He's trembling, sick to his very core - and if he still needed to eat, he would have retched until he spit blood. Vash's soul is crushed, he's not going to come back from this. How do you come back from dooming humanity he used to love with his whole heart? Willingly, eager to see them all eradicated?
He wants to end, he wants to stop all of this. It's not even selfish in his mind, it might even save a few lives. There's nothing he could ever do to fix this. Vash can't, though. He can't even atone that way, because it would make him even more of a murderer.
His gate is full of destruction and innocence in one. ]