[ It's a bit of an exaggeration... but only a bit! Walking an average of, oh, ten to twenty miles a day, over a hundred and fifty years... the miles add up! He did the math once, , years and years ago, and really, it's a wonder that his boots have held up as well as they have.
He just shrugs at the comment about his speed -- he goes as fast as he goes, as fast as the terrain and the weather and his mood and his being-pursued status allow! -- and leans over the donut box, humming with indecision. They all look so good! How can he be expected to pick just one? That's like picking only one puppy from a box of strays -- it's simply impossible. He might have to take one for the team, so to speak, and eat them all. Yes, the longer he thinks about it, the more he has to accept the sorry truth -- every one of these donuts needs to be eaten. They were made to be eaten. They want to be eaten! He's merely the agent of fate, an avatar of a great cosmic hunger that seeks to balance the scales between emptiness and pastry. This is his destiny. He must...
...wait, what did he say?
Vash turns to Vash, confusion written all over his face. ]
What do you mean? I'm you. [ Although, given the vagaries of time travel and multiple universes... ] Or I was you. Or I might have been you, if you weren't brought here. Probably. [ Did that clear things up? ] There's a lot of us here! Vashes, I mean. [ Sorry, is this a lot to take in? He waves, a tiny gesture with just one hand. ] Hello! I'm also Vash.
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He just shrugs at the comment about his speed -- he goes as fast as he goes, as fast as the terrain and the weather and his mood and his being-pursued status allow! -- and leans over the donut box, humming with indecision. They all look so good! How can he be expected to pick just one? That's like picking only one puppy from a box of strays -- it's simply impossible. He might have to take one for the team, so to speak, and eat them all. Yes, the longer he thinks about it, the more he has to accept the sorry truth -- every one of these donuts needs to be eaten. They were made to be eaten. They want to be eaten! He's merely the agent of fate, an avatar of a great cosmic hunger that seeks to balance the scales between emptiness and pastry. This is his destiny. He must...
...wait, what did he say?
Vash turns to Vash, confusion written all over his face. ]
What do you mean? I'm you. [ Although, given the vagaries of time travel and multiple universes... ] Or I was you. Or I might have been you, if you weren't brought here. Probably. [ Did that clear things up? ] There's a lot of us here! Vashes, I mean. [ Sorry, is this a lot to take in? He waves, a tiny gesture with just one hand. ] Hello! I'm also Vash.