[A crying Vash was a quick way to get right under his skin. Vash when he was this small - sure, a little bit of a shit but that's no different than he is as an adult and it's that innocent type of shit that reminds him of himself at that age and, from the outside looking in, is kind of adorable - and so young and in need of protection and care and still so unburdened by what happened in the future?
That just makes him immediately turn into a worried teddy bear.]
Oh, hey, no, it's ok! [He pushed himself off of the edge of the porch, but instantly sat down criss-cross in the sand; sitting up above him on that elevated level was no better than standing over him. Kids did better when you were at their level, when they were upset.] Listen to me, you don't have to worry about me, ok? I promise, from your side of things, it always sounded so scary, but it's not, ok? I wasn't ever alone. You meet other people on this side, too. They pass on, an' sometimes you meet 'em, and sometimes it's old friends, sometimes it's new people you never met. I had people to talk to, lots of times. But even when they'd moved on...I still got to be with my friend. And things aren't scary on this side. Nothin' can hurt me, I don't get hungry, I don't get tired, it's peaceful. So don't be afraid, ok? And don't worry about me. I'm ok. I promise, I'm ok.
[He's hurting him, isn't he? Should a kid his age even be dealing with this kind of weight? It's not right for him to be pushing these kinds of existential worries on him before he was ready. He really should have stayed quiet!
The thought that he was the cause of pain for a child had always been enough to upset him, even before December. This was even worse.]
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That just makes him immediately turn into a worried teddy bear.]
Oh, hey, no, it's ok! [He pushed himself off of the edge of the porch, but instantly sat down criss-cross in the sand; sitting up above him on that elevated level was no better than standing over him. Kids did better when you were at their level, when they were upset.] Listen to me, you don't have to worry about me, ok? I promise, from your side of things, it always sounded so scary, but it's not, ok? I wasn't ever alone. You meet other people on this side, too. They pass on, an' sometimes you meet 'em, and sometimes it's old friends, sometimes it's new people you never met. I had people to talk to, lots of times. But even when they'd moved on...I still got to be with my friend. And things aren't scary on this side. Nothin' can hurt me, I don't get hungry, I don't get tired, it's peaceful. So don't be afraid, ok? And don't worry about me. I'm ok. I promise, I'm ok.
[He's hurting him, isn't he? Should a kid his age even be dealing with this kind of weight? It's not right for him to be pushing these kinds of existential worries on him before he was ready. He really should have stayed quiet!
The thought that he was the cause of pain for a child had always been enough to upset him, even before December. This was even worse.]