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Tragic Ends VS Bad Ends, Trigun Flavor

CW: mildly Plantcesty bc of canon end events but mostly toxicity, mindfuck, extreme codependency and.... co-parenting?

Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.

So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.

He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.

Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.

No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.

The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.

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[ What has gotten into everybody today? Blondie won't move, saying some nonsense about kids, and then his own voice, but older, stupider, hissing in his ear some shit about letting Thorns die and yeah, that's the plan, asshole, fucking let's get on with it!

But then Thorns says he used me to make them and everything starts slotting into place.

He doesn't know a thing about plant biology, couldn't point to a gate with both hands and a flashlight, but he sure knows where unwanted kids come from. The details don't really matter, do they? He doesn't need to know the details. ]

It's okay.

[ He's just staring, stunned, unable to accept what he's hearing and only barely aware of what he's saying. ]

It didn't take.

[ Knives named one Rem, god. He's going to be sick. ]

I thought they... You said kids, and I thought... I didn't know.

[ Vash... makes one sound, just one, somewhere between a whine and a retch, and he drops to his knees, then breathes in (the smell of blood not helping anything and smiles a little and moves, to take his other self's head in his lap, gentle 9but cold, he's feeling cold all over, even in the desert heat) fingers brushing hair back from his forehead. And yes, there is a soft, soothing feeling around him again. It's a littel shaky, it's all he can manage right now, but it's there.

His understanding of gates is still incomplete, but he understands in some visceral way the horror of what Nai has done, which goes beyond the obvious. ]

You tried to fight it, you did your best, all right? This... this place, it brings people here, from different versions of our story. But not everyone. So far, not very many of him, so I think for now you are all safe for him.

But sometimes, it pulls people from other times, also. Rem is here. And Tessla... Some sisters were holding her together, and with their help, she is whole again. Not in pain.

So just breathe as much as you can for now. Apparently, in this place... people who die return again. At least... at least Wolfwood did, earlier. [ This last part also an explanation to the ghost. But also, oh, he knows how efficiently he is killing his other self's hope right there. ] We'll have to figure out some other way to help you.

[There was so much going on, the whole chaotic scene hard to keep track of properly, but he was able to focus just enough to catch the words that spilled out of the other Vash's mouth, and every single one of them made his anger flare, higher and higher until there was none of the peace he'd managed to find in the afterlife, none of the kinder man he'd learned to let himself be over time. No, he was the Punisher again, fury and murderous intent, violence wrapped in the shell of a consciousness, and he didn't even feel enough like the kinder man to even want the feeling to stop.

Instead, he snarled, growled, a sound that he didn't even intentionally make audible but still somehow rippled through the air, distorted and inhuman in a way he didn't know he was capable of.]

Change of plans. While we wait for the kids, we find that fucker an' we make 'im pay. Or just me, can't kill what's already dead, can you? Drag 'im to Hell myself if I have to...[He didn't know if he was intending to be heard or if he was just venting his rage out into the air, but it was audible nontheless, and for all of the dangerously-calm tone, even his speech was coming out strange and warped with malice he wasn't quite present enough to register.

It may not have helped that as soon as Nicholas had stopped trying to fire the gun and had fallen into his own shock, Wolfwood had had to step away, cracking his knuckles uselessly and pacing against the unbridled fury, so that his voice must have seemed to travel formlessly across the dunes, untethered from reality.] Then...then we just...decide what to do afterward. Get the kids somewhere safe and...and...

[The thought "put the poor fucker out of his misery" died on his lips, but it didn't leave his head, and it only made his rage stronger, the thought that that would be the kindest thing for him, for Vash of all people, amplifying his need to lash out and hurt someone. It would be a mercy, it would be a kindness, the words repeated through his head in a long-forgotten cycle of justification that did its best to stem the flow of disgust and horror he felt over what he thought was both the best and most horrific option, the only right one to make.

And even still, he felt like this might be what broke him.

The miserable, hysterical little laugh was what finally seemed to break through the fury, though, and he blinked, looking over as if slowly becoming aware of his surroundings again, and suddenly the rage was mixed with guilt and sadness. He must have thought Wolfwood's blood was on his hands. He was blaming himself for his existence. And he hadn't exactly discouraged that misconception, had he? He stepped closer, crouching down into the sand so that it was obvious he was speaking to the broken man ripping his own hair out on the ground.]

No, Vash, no, it's ok, look, I'm not him. I'm not the one you knew, I lied about that, I'm sorry. I'm not your fault, you don't have anything to apologize for, Mijo, it's... [What? He trailed off in bewildered shock, looking up at the other Vash, up at the other Nicholas. What?

Fuck. Fuck. No wonder the other him was so quick to pull the trigger. Fuck.

He couldn't dwell on that right now, he couldn't get sidetracked. There was a story there that he desperately needed to hear, but he couldn't think about that right now. That would have to come later.]

...It's ok, I promise. I'm not mad at you, we're ok, he is ok, see? You just relax, nobody's gonna hurt your babies, you're gonna be ok.

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. ]

[ Thirty minutes ago it was a blessing and a miracle that death wasn't permanent here -- at least for him. Now, it's nothing but a curse. This isn't the first person he's seen mindwiped and manipulated, who screamed themselves hoarse when the conditioning didn't take. It's the first time they haven't been offered the mercy of a bullet in the brain, though, and it's setting Wolfwood's teeth on edge.

If there were any bullets in the gun in his hand, he thinks, looking down at Vash's piece, he'd do it himself, and the other two could be mad all they liked. But fate's not that kind. ]

Blo-- Vash. [ He holds up Blondie's gun by the barrel, then tosses it over. If Vash doesn't catch it, it'll land neatly at his side. ] Hit him. Knock him out.

[ Unless his gate is in the back of his head, it won't hurt any babies he might be carrying to be unconscious for awhile. ]

He doesn't need to be awake for this.

[ What they need is someplace to put him under and keep him that way, for as long as required, until... well, until. There's no hospital that Wolfwood can think of that he'd trust with a plant though, not on the best of days, and this world sure isn't doing its best right now. Someplace like Home, then, where they're familiar with plants and could be trusted not to cut him open and play around with his insides.

But even if he knew how to get to this world's version of Home, he wouldn't risk bringing Thorns there. If the conditioning kicked back in he slaughter everyone on the ship, and Wolfwood won't be responsible for that.

The idea of Home sparks an idea, though. What if, instead of taking him to Home, they brought Home here? Luida's in Octovern, that's what the radio said, and surely it's the same Luida. Surely she can help.

Turning his back on the two Vashes, Wolfwood drops his voice low, hoping that the other Wolfwood is near enough to hear him. ]

Hey. Asshole ghost. How fast could you get to Octovern?

[ Wolfwood calling his actual name makes the wide blue eyes snap up at him immediately, and the words take a moment to sink in before he swallows and nods, catching the gun. Then he looks down. ]

He's your brother, it's okay to love him. You did not fail, he failed you.

I'm sorry for all that you were through, and all that will happen yet. But rest, now.

[ His hit on the temple is aimed perfectly and with enough strength to do the job. Then the gun gets holstered and his fingers go back to soothing even though it matters less now, trying to heal as much as he can, shoulders sagged. That scream keeps echoing in his mind, over and over again. He can hear what Wolfwood is asking, but for a moment any words are little more than static around that scream. ]

[Hearing the poor son of a bitch break down screaming wasn't any easier the second time around, and his lips pulled back in a discomfited sneer before the gun making a sick thumping sound against the side of his head made him wince. Not that he disagreed with the action, far from it. He really didn't need to be awake for whatever this was. It didn't stop him from reaching over and focusing on rubbing his arm so that he could feel it, awake or not, whether the contact was uncomfortable for Wolfwood or not. It was all he could do, and it was more than he'd been able to do for a long time, all the times he'd had to sit quietly by the side and watch Vash break down over some new thing that had sent him into a tailspin. He still felt less than useless.

The question made him glance up, and he chewed on his tongue as he thought. How long would that trip have taken, before? Days, right? Maybe a week? He wasn't sure. But he didn't need to stop for sleep, for food, for any of the things that kept a human body safely functioning and comfortable, and he'd been pretty good at neglecting a good few of those when the need arose, even when he had.]

Quicker than you could. Unless someone else is driving, it's still just foot power for me, but I can walk all night if I have to. I'm assuming you have a plan.

[How he could possibly help with that was another question entirely, but he knew he wouldn't have asked if he hadn't already been thinking three steps into whatever it was he was cooking up in his head and had already worked that part out. And, honestly, it was better than Wolfwood could process right now. There were too many thoughts rolling through his head, too many things he'd tried not to think too heavily on since he'd been thrown onto this version of a dustball that were demanding his attention now that this fresh new Hell had decided to drop into their laps, and too many questions about what had just happened. He needed a moment to process all of it.]

I need to know what happened, with you two. Call it a...well, can't exactly call it a professional curiosity, but a personal one. 'Cause you start talkin' about death not takin', and I'm sure you'll understand just why that has me a little fucked up right now. Whadda you mean, exactly?

[ Only foot power? Damn. He'd move faster than a living person would, then, but not as fast as a car could go. What's the point of being a ghost if you can't teleport all over the place, huh? Seems like a waste. ]

There's nothing to tell. [ Nothing that he really wants to share, anyway. ] I died, then I came back. It's a fuckin' miracle, say hallelujah.

[ Shit. They can't keep hitting Thorns in the head, they can't take him anywhere that he might wake up and kill everyone... what's that leave? Where could they go? Who can they trust?

He doesn't know. ]

As for Octovern, I was thinking about getting Luida to help. I figure there's nobody on the planet who knows more about plants than she does, and she's trustworthy. But we've only got one car, and there's no way I'm takin' him into the city.

[ They could call her on the radio, maybe? But that's still a long drive, plus it'll put Rem and that brat Nai at risk. ]

He was dead. [ Vash's voice is quiet and monotone, and his attention does not waver from the other him. ] Body ripped in two, no pulse, no breathing for the better part of an hour, I think. And then he was whole. He thought I had a vial with me, but even his clothes were back to how they had been when I'd last seen him before that.

[ For a moment, he closes his eyes. ]

There are too many vulnerable people around Luida. And definitely not at Rem's. There is a place... but I need to be closer to ask if they will take him there. It's a town of independents.

If they will not, I'll find somewhere to hole up with him. Should be safer for me than anyone else.

[ He. Is hoping that makes sense. His mind feels sluggish, stuck in the echoes of what the other Vash has been saying. And his suffering. This... if this is his future... ]

...Well...Halle-fuckin'-lujah...! [The sarcasm couldn't have been any thicker if he'd tried. Or the shock. Because no, that would not have been something the serum would have been able to heal. They made him tough, they did not make him immortal.] Like...what the fuck? What the actual fuck?

[What the fuck was this place doing to them? Why? And what the fuck did it mean for someone like him?

He shuddered, suddenly tense, and for a moment he let his grasp on the living world slip, turning his gaze behind him when he found himself in the void, and just like always, when he wanted to see it, the light was there. Calling to him, still. Inviting him home. But now, the thought sent a little tremor of fear through him. What if he tried, and it was shut off from him? Was it that their souls were held back from leaving their bodies, until something put them back together? The other Wolfwood, by all rights, should have been on this side right now, there should have been two of them sitting here.

He didn't know that it was a good idea to try seeing what it meant for someone in his position to cross the light. He didn't know what sort of weird fuckery messing with something like that could cause.

He shook the vision of the light out of his head, snapping himself back into the reality of the living world, where suddenly things felt...strangely safer, for now.]

Whatever you decide, I'll help. I'm the only one he can't hurt. The least I can do is be there in case he loses it again. We don't need to add anymore blood to his hands, he's already fucked up enough as it is.

[He had seen what having to kill Legato had done to Vash, all those years ago. This was magnitudes worse. The shock he felt that he'd been as composed as he had been now that they'd broken through his programming was not going to go away any time soon. One life had almost killed him, let alone...this.]

[ Ripped in half? Is that really what happened? He doesn't remember that part. God, what a thing for Blondie here to have to see. ]

Where's this town?

[ A whole town of people like Vash? Like Millions Knives? That sounds like the kind of place a guy like him should stay far away from, but Blondie can't drive, and the ghost is dead, so he can't tap out of this little adventure quite yet. ]

Guess I'm driving. Let's get him in the back.

[ They can't stay here, they can't go to Octovern, they don't even know where Home is... Plant City it is! ]

[ Yeah he's having a time, but who among the four of them isn't? After a long moment, Vash nods slowly, and shifts, to pick up the still form of the other him, trying to gather any trailing roots as well. ]

Towards... towards Ablus Scutum. I will let you know when to stop, when I can get in touch with Delphinium. If they agree to take him in, I'll probably carry him the rest of the way.

[ Perhaps there is another way other than the rickety-seeming lift, but it doesn't really matter. It will be better if the two of them go alone. ]

I... thank you. Both of you.

[ And he's sorry, but Wolfwood's words from earlier, about blaming his other self, still sting enough that he does not say that. ]

[He wasn't far behind when Vash began to carry the unconscious form back to the car. He even waited until he got the other man settled however he felt was best before slipping past and making himself at home, even if it was to sit in the floorboards. It was the best place for him, after all; if the thorny guy started to wake up and lash out, he would be able to try and stop him before he hit either of the other two, and he was in no danger of being hurt that close.

It also put him in a place he could keep an eye on Blondie as he sat in the passenger seat. There were thoughts rolling through his head, worries, questions. Things he felt would come to a head and need to be spoken about if he let them keep brewing in his head, and he wasn't quite sure where to start, or how. But it was things he needed to work out, regardless, with Vash specifically. Which made it even murkier, because he wasn't quite sure what the best way to broach the topic would be.]

Don't need thanks for this, Blondie. I couldn't leave it like it was, and it's better for everyone if you got someone he can't hurt, in case things go tits-up. It's fine.

[ Blondie gets into the car with what's left of that other world's Vash, and from the sounds of things, the dead bastard is in there too. Wolfwood's skin crawls as soon as he slides into the driver's seat -- having something that dangerous right behind him, something that he's unable to neutralize, it's setting off every alarm in his head, its making his heart pound and his hands itch.

But that's fine. That'll keep him focused.

While the others settle, Wolfwood pulls out one of the maps that's stuffed under the driver's seat, the one with the road between July and December marked out. Albus Scutum is a hell of a drive, and he's only got that one jug of water Rem gave him.

Guess that means they need to get there quickly, huh? ]

Tell me the second that guy twitches.

[ And he floors it, and they're off! ]

I'll... let you know when I can talk with them.

[ Vash will share what food and water he has on him, which, out of habit, is not absent, even if he was spending time at Rem's so technically didn't need to stock up. And by share we mean that he'll give it all to Wolfwood.

That said, he might not utter another word for a good long while, at least not unless spoken to. He has... a bit of stuff to process. And no idea how to process. it. ]

Yeah, I got 'im. He makes a peep, I'll let you guys know.

[That was why he was in the back and not sitting between them on the center console, after all.

The silence that settled over the car after they sped off was definitely not comfortable, and it wasn't long before he began to grow listless. Not long after that, the faint memory of cigarette smoke began to fill the car, after he manifested another imaginary smoke, to give his hands something to do and to try and help settle his own nerves. Every so often, he glanced back at the unconscious form beside him, his chin leaning on an arm where it was propped up on the empty space on the seat near Vash's head.

Wait...shit...did his smoking count as second-hand exposure? Did unborn Plants get defects if their parent was exposed to that before they were born? That was something that could happen in human babies, right? Shit.

He shook the memory of a cigarette away not terribly long after he'd "lit" it, waving his hand in the air to try and disappate what wasn't actually there.]

Sorry, Spikey, my bad. [The guy wasn' even conscious, but he mumbled it anyway, just in case.]

[ You can't really keep a Vash down for long unless you're going for skull-breaking volumes of force, so it doesn't take many iles for the mess of a man in the back to stir slightly, moving his hand a bit and then to curl up more. Nothing more than that at first, too dizzy to really focus, but he did twitch.

He can feel the roll of the tires, hear the sound of the engine, and things start to come back - and when those blues open, they're icy and hollow, not broken and dead. Brains like to protect themselves from trauma, be it physical or mental, so what better way to save the mind from shattering further by just resetting what had been shaken loose? ]

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[ There's really nothing crueler you can do to a smoker than smoke around them when they're out. Wolfwood's barely caught a whiff before the ghost in the back is mumbling apologies and the scent dissipates, but a whiff is all he needed. ]

Stop fucking doing that! [ The words are a hiss, out of consideration for the unconscious man on the back seat. ] If you can't share 'em then I don't want to smell 'em, you got that!?

[ The ghost likely is already speaking up, but because Vash is reaching out mentally, he recognizes immediately that the other him is awake, the sense of Nai strong about him once again, so his head whips towards the back seat, lips pressed tight at the sight that greets him, the sight that confirms what he was sensing.

He doesn't speak out loud, not yet, but he does reach out mentally towards the other Vash, tired, but very determined. ]

Don't even think about hurting him again. I know that you don't care, and that Nai probably would like you to do it, but Nai isn't here, and there is a way to keep you and the little ones safe and taken care of until we can figure out how to reach him.

[ Because he knows that if the other Vash were able to reach out to him, well. Nai would be close. A part of him wonders how horrifying that absence, that silence, must be. He suspects he can probably use it, too.

He doesn't want to have to. So he's trying to keep the situation under control in more reasonable ways. ]

You won't be among humans.

[ He is also carefully, neutrally, not thinking of how indubitably awful things will go if they do manage to reach Nai. He certainly is planning on showing some of his more unpleasant side. With what he's seen... he is not feeling guilty about it in advance. ]

[He registered the twitch of that hand first, glancing up to see the unconscious man's eyes open, and the look that he saw would have made his blood run cold if he still had any. "Shit. Shit." He turned to warn the Vash up front and found himself face to face with him having already noticed and looked back, and the look on his face was...similar. But so decidedly different, he wasn't sure what to make of the weird sort of way it made him want to laugh and get out of the way at the exact same time.

There was also, obviously, something going on behind those eyes that made him shunt that thought to the back of his head and also keep very quiet for a moment before he phased through - and somewhat around, as much as he could to avoid phasing through his living counterpart - the front seat so he could whisper to the Wolfwood up front.]

He's conscious. Keep driving, be quiet. I think your Blondie is doin' something. If he tries anything, I'll do what I can to stop him so he doesn't get to you. [And then he was dropping back into the floorboard of the back seat, no longer lounging but crouching on his knees and staring at the reclining man, thankful for once that he wasn't corporeal and didn't have to worry about things like squeezing his limbs into tight spaces when he could just phase through the seats altogether.]

[ Blue on blue clash in the back seat, serious meeting cold as they two blondes look at each other but say nothing. 'Thorns' is tense but keeps down, no roots or galaxy coat in sight. Just a man in a bloodied under-suit, hair still matted from where the cut had healed. ]

No, you're right. I don't really care about killing him again, that's terribly boring. [ No matter how disgusting it feels to be at the mercy of some human and a still sick version of himself. ] Why would I trust a single thing you say?

[ It is... weird, to not have Nai here. It's been so long now, since he had to make choices or fight for anything. He was a happy follower, busy working on Eden while Nai took care of the rest. It feels like he's missing a piece of himself. ]

No humans, you say. Like this world isn't dripping with the filth already.

[ The last is said out loud, that uncanny twitch of his head making it cock just enough to peer into the front view mirror. ]

[ He doesn't notice when Blondie turns in his seat -- well, he does, but he doesn't take any note of it other than to assume that he's checking on the status of their guest. No, the first hint Wolfwood has that anything's gone wrong is when, with no warning, the ghost comes up and whispers it right in his ear -- he's conscious.

Wolfwood's entire world narrows then, every sense hyper-focused on the man in the back seat. His breathing, the creak of the seat beneath his weight, the way the air moves around his body. If he tries hard enough, he can almost hear the man's heartbeat. He's well out of his league here -- all he can do it keep driving.

Somehow he missed the first part of the conversation -- because of the ghost? Or were they talking that plant talk Spikey used to do with the plants in the bulbs? -- but the little asshole's snide comment is enough to get a reply. Wolfwood's never known when to keep his mouth shut, and today's sure not the day he's going to start. ]

Yeah? And whose fault is that?

[ In other circumstances, Vash would have been tempted to pout at that first response from the other him. But he does know better right now. Instead, there is a half smile that is... well, not cold. It's hard, though, in ways that he rarely shows. The immovable object he can be, when he digs his heels in. ]

That was uncalled for. Have I lied to you? [ And, also... ] How much do you remember?

[ It's important. ]

Okay, let's track back a little. This place is not where you were. It's bringing people from different times and places. A lot of us, I mean, a lot of Vashes. Some Nais. Some Wolfwoods. And some plants that we've never known before. A whole town of independents, for example. A lot of them keep to themselves, but they are there. It won't be near Nai, but you won't be alone, at least.

[ Whatever state this Vash is in, being alone is not likely to be good for him.

And he's not bringing up Rem. Nor Tessla, not unless the other Vash indicates that he might remember who she is. ]

[Oh, they're being scary again, which he knew Spikey could do, but it was actually a surprise, coming from Blondie. But there was no denying that yes, that heavy, oppressive feeling that had at one point been his entire impression of Vash the Stampede was rolling through the car in waves between them, and it was making his skin zing with energy that he didn't like.

But he was quiet, looking back and forth between the two and hovering close to the one in the backseat, waiting for him to make a show of attacking so that he could stop him again if he needed to. It had been exhausting the first time, but that didn't matter. He would do it again if he had to. Anything to keep the other two safe and to keep him from rampaging across the countryside.

The fact that death seemed to be something that was beyond them now didn't matter. He didn't want to take any chances. He was just regretting a little, the fact that that also meant there might not be anything they could do to put this one out of everyone's misery, if he proved unable to be contained for any real length of time.

Of course, up in the driver's seat, the other him just had to pop off, and he rolled his eyes hard enough that his head dropped back with a groan that wasn't audible to the rest of the vehicle. Not that he was surprised. They never did have any common sense, did they?]

[ Those blue eyes look amused as Vash peers into the front mirror and the thing there giving little quips again. Poor little vermin, he had a point. ] Mmm... he was only a year old, you know. Terribly sorry everyone didn't die in the crash, but cockroaches are always so very hard to kill.

[ He glances back at the sickening mirror of himself, raising a brow. ] Not yet, but truth is relative in a place like this, isn't it? [ Vash smirks, moving his arm (carefully, slowly) to a more comfortable position. ] I remember you and it. I remember walking away and finding another... thing. We fought. Then I woke up here.

[ He took damage, he can tell. The blue eyes narrow as he looks up at Vash, anger and fear rising. ] If you bastards hurt them in any way...

[ If he could make sure his children were okay, the town of independents sounded like a good place to go - because what did he care about extra Vashes and Wolfwoods? Some Nais, though... he needs that. He needs him. ]

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