[The younger of the pair watches. Not just for the flickers of changing emotion, but what he's doing as well, especially with the left hand. They had similar experiences, which had to mean that too was a prosthetic, which explained some of the metal that didn't quite look right for a glove.

Confirmation follows. A new arm.]

But he's still family, and I did shoot him. If he's less friendly because of it, it's not too hard to guess why.

[That's important, isn't it? Even if he cut off an arm, it wasn't until after Vash shot him, and could have outright killed him with a child's crappy aim and emotional responses.

Maybe the prosthetics would be better if they had a lot of tools worked in. Like a small spade.]

It might be different, if I .. if anyone can find him. We were alone for so long. But now there's more of us, and well, at least some of you are all grown up, and that means things must have worked out eventually!

[No it didn't.]

When I still thought you and the others were .. actually different people, I thought it was wonderful. He might not listen to me, but adults? And our own kind? Would it be mean to just not tell him, if I figured maybe just all boy plants looked the same, the way our sisters do, he might too. It could work!

[And then there's no reason for fighting anymore!]