There's nothing suspicious about any version of himself hiding his left arm. If Vash notices that Tim is carefully keeping that limb under wraps, it's not obvious at all. He doesn't look at it, wouldn't reach for it, isn't even thinking about it too much -- whatever he's got under there, however rough Tim's journey has been to get to this point, that's entirely his business. Vash has sympathy ready to go if any when there's any kind of reveal, but until then? Tim only needs one hand to hold binoculars, so that's all there is to that!
"I didn't realize we were so close," he says, taking the binoculars and heading over to the porthole. Sure, he'd been heading in that direction, but he'd thought he had at least another day's walking ahead of him. For once, the rogue portals left over from their journey here -- if that's what they are! Their sisters in Octovern hadn't known what to make of them, anyway -- have done some good! "What am I...?"
The words looking for die in his throat as he sees exactly what Tim wanted to show him. He can just barely make out the ruins of July, the familiar mess of blasted brick and sand drifts that have collected over the years, but the sight is almost entirely obscured by a city that's like nothing Vash has ever seen. He's seen hundreds of cities built around the ruins of one piece of ship or another, hundreds of towns that have stripped every last bit of technology out of those nearly impenetrable hulls and repurposed it into everything from home appliances to bizarre body modifications to weaponry. Mostly, it's been a lot of weaponry.
But this? There's no city on Noman's that looks like this, nothing that tall! Nothing that amazing!
"He said it was a hole." He's not entirely aware that he's speaking aloud, the words mostly meant for himself. Knives had warned him -- there's a hole out by July, he'd said, but this is no hole! This is something else entirely. This is new.
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"I didn't realize we were so close," he says, taking the binoculars and heading over to the porthole. Sure, he'd been heading in that direction, but he'd thought he had at least another day's walking ahead of him. For once, the rogue portals left over from their journey here -- if that's what they are! Their sisters in Octovern hadn't known what to make of them, anyway -- have done some good! "What am I...?"
The words looking for die in his throat as he sees exactly what Tim wanted to show him. He can just barely make out the ruins of July, the familiar mess of blasted brick and sand drifts that have collected over the years, but the sight is almost entirely obscured by a city that's like nothing Vash has ever seen. He's seen hundreds of cities built around the ruins of one piece of ship or another, hundreds of towns that have stripped every last bit of technology out of those nearly impenetrable hulls and repurposed it into everything from home appliances to bizarre body modifications to weaponry. Mostly, it's been a lot of weaponry.
But this? There's no city on Noman's that looks like this, nothing that tall! Nothing that amazing!
"He said it was a hole." He's not entirely aware that he's speaking aloud, the words mostly meant for himself. Knives had warned him -- there's a hole out by July, he'd said, but this is no hole! This is something else entirely. This is new.