[ Vash's own arm is retracted, calmly, and the smile doesn't waver, there is no flicker of hurt in his eyes. With knowing that there is the real Vash trapped somewhere inside that one's mind, screaming in pain for what he has become, locked away from any help, he can't let any of those barbs sting. Because if he doesn't, if he doesn't let this 'Vash' hurt anyone else, perhaps with time the pain of the Vash inside will start letting up.
It would take a long, long time. But it's the only thing he can think of to try. ]
And I don't want you to be hurting.
[ Truth, whole and real. He shrugs slightly and goes back to the seat he'd had before. If he'd meant to attack him, he would not have given the warning. Because this Vash is also loved. Not just by his Nai (Vash can see how at least Nai thinks it's love). Nor only by their little ones, and Vash's heart aches for all of that.
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[ Vash's own arm is retracted, calmly, and the smile doesn't waver, there is no flicker of hurt in his eyes. With knowing that there is the real Vash trapped somewhere inside that one's mind, screaming in pain for what he has become, locked away from any help, he can't let any of those barbs sting. Because if he doesn't, if he doesn't let this 'Vash' hurt anyone else, perhaps with time the pain of the Vash inside will start letting up.
It would take a long, long time. But it's the only thing he can think of to try. ]
And I don't want you to be hurting.
[ Truth, whole and real. He shrugs slightly and goes back to the seat he'd had before. If he'd meant to attack him, he would not have given the warning. Because this Vash is also loved. Not just by his Nai (Vash can see how at least Nai thinks it's love). Nor only by their little ones, and Vash's heart aches for all of that.
He is loved now, too. ]