[Normally, listening to Blondie talk was just different enough from his Needle-Noggin's voice that there was a bit of a disconnect. He was much more soft-spoken, quieter and gentler, and it made the strange reality they were in not quite so unsettling.
That laugh, and the context of it, who it came from, was so familiar and so disturbing because of it that he flinched, actually recoiling a bit as one of his hands reached up to press against an ear as if he wanted to shut it out. He didn't realize the soft, unhappy humming noise that sounded out into the car afterward was himself, was too busy trying to keep his thoughts from recalling his greying old man and hearing that same laugh from his voice, and then mashing the memory of him with the traumatized, murderous person next to him.
He didn't like that, not one bit. Don't do that, thanks. Fuck.
Through the discomfort, the mentions of Spikey's "gate" managed to trigger tiny sparks of recollection, though they were fuzzy still, a familiar word in an almost-familiar context that he'd been able to mostly understand through repetition over the years, though he'd been unable to ask what it really meant, what with being dead and all. At the very least, his understanding of it was about as far from what he imagined Vash "carrying children" to mean, and the "invasive questions" were suddenly just confusing.]
The gate's like...the word for your powers, right? How Plants can do things?
[Vash hadn't been able to use his since not long after Wolfwood's death, but he'd visited enough of his siblings, and even met a few young Independents after they'd been born to No Man's Land, that the concept had come up in conversations he'd had over the years.]
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That laugh, and the context of it, who it came from, was so familiar and so disturbing because of it that he flinched, actually recoiling a bit as one of his hands reached up to press against an ear as if he wanted to shut it out. He didn't realize the soft, unhappy humming noise that sounded out into the car afterward was himself, was too busy trying to keep his thoughts from recalling his greying old man and hearing that same laugh from his voice, and then mashing the memory of him with the traumatized, murderous person next to him.
He didn't like that, not one bit. Don't do that, thanks. Fuck.
Through the discomfort, the mentions of Spikey's "gate" managed to trigger tiny sparks of recollection, though they were fuzzy still, a familiar word in an almost-familiar context that he'd been able to mostly understand through repetition over the years, though he'd been unable to ask what it really meant, what with being dead and all. At the very least, his understanding of it was about as far from what he imagined Vash "carrying children" to mean, and the "invasive questions" were suddenly just confusing.]
The gate's like...the word for your powers, right? How Plants can do things?
[Vash hadn't been able to use his since not long after Wolfwood's death, but he'd visited enough of his siblings, and even met a few young Independents after they'd been born to No Man's Land, that the concept had come up in conversations he'd had over the years.]