What does the arrival of the Earth ships mean for the locals? Vash just shrugs at that – there's no way to know. The Earth forces, in conjuction with the local government (which included Luida, he'd been delighted to see!) had been making plenty of noises about distribution of resources and aid and peace, and he wants to be hopeful! But he also didn't see any resources from those Earth ships in Octovern, the entire time he was there. Which, granted, was only a few days, but it had been mostly locals building the giant dome over the plants, mostly locals setting up food and shelter and medical aid for the refugees, mostly locals directing traffic and breaking up skirmishes. Mostly local stamps on the new wanted posters, with his and his brother's faces. They'll certainly have resouces, on the few ships that remain after Knives's attack, but who can say how much of those resources will get handed out? Or what changes they'll see in the government, in the years to come? It's all new and exciting!
For the young Vash, Vash honestly isn't sure if he'd welcome being brought back here, especially if he'd found someplace to stay in Octovern. But it wouldn't hurt to offer, right? “I warned him about them, and to keep his head down generally, but he got to see firsthand what happens when one of us walks around wearing red, so the warning wasn't really needed!” It hadn't been a good time to be on his own, no, and Vash pointedly doesn't rub at any of the larger scars beneath his coat, no matter how much they might start aching at the memory of their acquisition. Those years after he'd spilt off from Knvies had been hard, possibly the hardest of his life, and it's a relief to know that the younger Vash won't have the same experiences.
Also, please hear that warning, Vash – folks in Octovern are on the lookout for Vashes right now. Don't let them see you looking so distinctive.
And for this world's Vash... “Nobody knows where he went, no.” And he hopes it stays that way. “When I first arrived here, I met a Vash who shared with me what he remembered of the months after the fight.” He keeps his voice carefully level, and even more carefully doesn't think about any of the other details that Vash had shared... especially about Knives's death. “They might be in Mesa Probe, if his world was similar to this one.”
And he shuts up about it there, because they're approaching the inn at last. Vash smiles wanly at the innkeeper as they shuffle through the door -- yup, here's two Vash the Stampedes, please don't notice it! “That sounds wonderful, I'm so thirsty,” he whines, trying to slide back into that old silly persona. It's an awkward fit, but the innkeeper doesn't know him, so maybe it'll work well enough. “And hot, I'm so hot! Is there a fan in the room? I'm dying.”
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For the young Vash, Vash honestly isn't sure if he'd welcome being brought back here, especially if he'd found someplace to stay in Octovern. But it wouldn't hurt to offer, right? “I warned him about them, and to keep his head down generally, but he got to see firsthand what happens when one of us walks around wearing red, so the warning wasn't really needed!” It hadn't been a good time to be on his own, no, and Vash pointedly doesn't rub at any of the larger scars beneath his coat, no matter how much they might start aching at the memory of their acquisition. Those years after he'd spilt off from Knvies had been hard, possibly the hardest of his life, and it's a relief to know that the younger Vash won't have the same experiences.
Also, please hear that warning, Vash – folks in Octovern are on the lookout for Vashes right now. Don't let them see you looking so distinctive.
And for this world's Vash... “Nobody knows where he went, no.” And he hopes it stays that way. “When I first arrived here, I met a Vash who shared with me what he remembered of the months after the fight.” He keeps his voice carefully level, and even more carefully doesn't think about any of the other details that Vash had shared... especially about Knives's death. “They might be in Mesa Probe, if his world was similar to this one.”
And he shuts up about it there, because they're approaching the inn at last. Vash smiles wanly at the innkeeper as they shuffle through the door -- yup, here's two Vash the Stampedes, please don't notice it! “That sounds wonderful, I'm so thirsty,” he whines, trying to slide back into that old silly persona. It's an awkward fit, but the innkeeper doesn't know him, so maybe it'll work well enough. “And hot, I'm so hot! Is there a fan in the room? I'm dying.”
Overdoing it a little? Maybe?