[ He definitely doesn't look put out by nobody wanting to see baby pictures, as if he's said that just to be a shit. (He had.) Instead Vash has now slowly, carefully maneuvered himself into sitting like a real damn person rather than lying down like a sack of potatoes.

The other Vash gets a look at the mere mention of him ever being cruel to the most important person in his life. ] I don't really care about the opinions of your dogs. [ Plus the dead one is still fucking with him, getting too close and making him want to stab him with his roots. ]

Especially since the living one died so easily... barely even fought it. Almost like he wanted to die. [ Just apologized over and over. Weirdo. ]

Not exactly sounding like my babies would be safe when I can kill him without even breaking a sweat. Speaking from a logical, reasonable adult perspective.

[ The ghost, on the other hand... something dark rolls in those cold blue eyes. Yeah, he could definitely make use of an undying assassin.

Still, Vash turns back to his other self again. ] Wait around five or so more months, then. They should be ready then... around a hundred of them or so, if none of them were harmed by hitting me with a damn car.