There's a ripple of fear in the air, and it seems to startle him, blinking several times owlishly before reorienting on Vash, fingers springing free of their tight grip on his own palms. "Oh. Oh, right, I'm sorry, I'm .. not used to talking to people anymore, that was probably a lot."
There's emotion finally, and he does seem genuinely apologetic! But the little pointy feathers are still there, he might not realize they're out. "Every plant can. All of us have tremendous power inside of us, and if it goes out of control somehow, the results can be .. very bad." He taps the side of his head, right hand again. "All of us have an instinct inside our heads that tell us 'don't do this!' when there's a real risk of using that much power all at once. We know it's dangerous, and we try to stop automatically, but sometimes, when we're really stupid we ignore that voice and do it anyway. Or the humans force us to, in the bulbs." The Last Run definitely qualified, in his book. His entire bearing is still apologetic, but these? These are facts of life for a plant.
Vash needed to know. He gestures to the little feather, a smile crossing his face. "That kind of thing might help, in the long run. I was inexperienced, I didn't know what I was doing and thought I knew everything. And when it happened, I was so .." There's a twitch, a brief shudder that sends more tiny feathers bristling, but he doesn't seem to notice it. "..Afraid. Of what I was, of what I could do, that I didn't try to control it later either. A little knife isn't scary, a sword isn't scary, they're precise, they're easy, but .. a whole city? Just like that? No control over what got hit, and what didn't? I was stupid then too."
He turns pale eyes on Vash, the wrong shade for any exact twin of the small blond, expression worried. "Don't be afraid of what you are, little buddy. Fear makes it a monster instead of just a part of you, and monsters are always hard to control. Just because I was an idiot over and over doesn't mean you're going to be, you seem a lot smarter about it than I was already."
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There's emotion finally, and he does seem genuinely apologetic! But the little pointy feathers are still there, he might not realize they're out. "Every plant can. All of us have tremendous power inside of us, and if it goes out of control somehow, the results can be .. very bad." He taps the side of his head, right hand again. "All of us have an instinct inside our heads that tell us 'don't do this!' when there's a real risk of using that much power all at once. We know it's dangerous, and we try to stop automatically, but sometimes, when we're really stupid we ignore that voice and do it anyway. Or the humans force us to, in the bulbs." The Last Run definitely qualified, in his book. His entire bearing is still apologetic, but these? These are facts of life for a plant.
Vash needed to know. He gestures to the little feather, a smile crossing his face. "That kind of thing might help, in the long run. I was inexperienced, I didn't know what I was doing and thought I knew everything. And when it happened, I was so .." There's a twitch, a brief shudder that sends more tiny feathers bristling, but he doesn't seem to notice it. "..Afraid. Of what I was, of what I could do, that I didn't try to control it later either. A little knife isn't scary, a sword isn't scary, they're precise, they're easy, but .. a whole city? Just like that? No control over what got hit, and what didn't? I was stupid then too."
He turns pale eyes on Vash, the wrong shade for any exact twin of the small blond, expression worried. "Don't be afraid of what you are, little buddy. Fear makes it a monster instead of just a part of you, and monsters are always hard to control. Just because I was an idiot over and over doesn't mean you're going to be, you seem a lot smarter about it than I was already."