Not enough. I didn't do enough, I failed, I failed. I couldn't hurt him, he's my brother, I wanted to save him, too.
[ It's okay, Wolfwood says, like Vash didn't tear him into two pieces because he was bored. Like he didn't watch his corpse in his other self's arms and saw nothing but trash. Like he didn't kill Wolfwood once before, while the man screamed for him to wake up.
...and the other Wolfwood too, talking to him like he deserved any comfort, any kind of salvation. His other self sinks the nail into the coffin and Vash sinks his own nails into his flesh, tearing at his scalp. No death. No death. That's what he deserves, isn't it? Endless horror, endless torture for all the things he's done.
He can't recover from this. There's no way. He can't even try to atone because he's already doomed everyone, already started the tip into humanity's extinction and he can't stop it. All the independents, all the children he was so happy to make, now felt like the deepest of violations.
Nai. Nai did that and he was supposed to be his brother, he said he did it all to protect him. When did they become so different? When? When did he decide a tool was better than a brother, taking everything from him?
...then more words sink into his damaged mind and Vash's breath speeds up, panic flooding his veins until he thinks they're going to rupture. Rem. Tessla. The breathless sounds of agony quickly turn into another scream, curling up in the other him's lap.
He's shattering, he's shattering and he can't think. ]
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[ It's okay, Wolfwood says, like Vash didn't tear him into two pieces because he was bored. Like he didn't watch his corpse in his other self's arms and saw nothing but trash. Like he didn't kill Wolfwood once before, while the man screamed for him to wake up.
...and the other Wolfwood too, talking to him like he deserved any comfort, any kind of salvation. His other self sinks the nail into the coffin and Vash sinks his own nails into his flesh, tearing at his scalp. No death. No death. That's what he deserves, isn't it? Endless horror, endless torture for all the things he's done.
He can't recover from this. There's no way. He can't even try to atone because he's already doomed everyone, already started the tip into humanity's extinction and he can't stop it. All the independents, all the children he was so happy to make, now felt like the deepest of violations.
Nai. Nai did that and he was supposed to be his brother, he said he did it all to protect him. When did they become so different? When? When did he decide a tool was better than a brother, taking everything from him?
...then more words sink into his damaged mind and Vash's breath speeds up, panic flooding his veins until he thinks they're going to rupture. Rem. Tessla. The breathless sounds of agony quickly turn into another scream, curling up in the other him's lap.
He's shattering, he's shattering and he can't think. ]