[ It's not long -- a minute? Two? -- after Vash slumps that the ground beneath him shakes, just a little, as though a truck were passing on a nearby road, or a worm was tunneling through the sandy soil under his feet. It's hardly a big enough quake to notice, and just as unremarkable is the miracle that takes place right after. One instant Wolfwood is dead, torn in half, skin unnaturally white from blood loss, and the next? He's whole again, breathing slow and even as if in sleep, clothes mended and blood stains vanished.
The peace lasts exactly three breaths. Then his eyes open, blearily staring up at the sky without any recognition, like a dreamer awakened from a heavy sleep. Then the memories kick in, his eyes widen, and with a ragged gasp he's clawing and kicking to get free, to get away, to escape the nightmare Vash that's killing him!
But that Vash isn't here? He snaps his head around, nerves still tightly wound and movements frantic, taking in the empty sands around them, the Vash -- the familiar Vash -- sitting nearby, and... ? Nothing. There's no one else here. ]
What...?
[ His body's intact -- his clothes are intact! -- but he was dead. That other Vash was killing him, he was dead, so how...? ]
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The peace lasts exactly three breaths. Then his eyes open, blearily staring up at the sky without any recognition, like a dreamer awakened from a heavy sleep. Then the memories kick in, his eyes widen, and with a ragged gasp he's clawing and kicking to get free, to get away, to escape the nightmare Vash that's killing him!
But that Vash isn't here? He snaps his head around, nerves still tightly wound and movements frantic, taking in the empty sands around them, the Vash -- the familiar Vash -- sitting nearby, and... ? Nothing. There's no one else here. ]
What...?
[ His body's intact -- his clothes are intact! -- but he was dead. That other Vash was killing him, he was dead, so how...? ]
Where is he?!