"...Yeah, you're not wrong about that either." He scrubs a hand through his hair with a quiet chuckle. "On either part." Vashes are idiots, and he's not a Vash, not entirely. "You and ... uh, not Knives. Nai?" Rem told him, he should have remembered the first time! "If you decide to practice, both of you on anything more than some feathers or knives, it's best if you do it around an adult you trust so if something goes wrong they can help. Even an idiot Vash can probably help out a lot, and you don't have to trust him in everything, just trust him enough to help you get a grip. And of course there's always Rem. Might as well take advantage of all these resources you've got, and avoid big stuff til you're at least chest height on me."

Man. If he'd had someone.. Well, no he did have Conrad later, but that was still different. "But when I say big, I mean big. It's not like creating a feather or even a hundred feathers, or wings, or a sword big enough to cut up a whole house. You'll have to think really big. City big. Hole in the moon big. The rest of that, that's little, and it's always going to be safe to think feathers and work on feathers." One little feather won't do it, nor will countless feathers, feathers are not guns. It's a different thought, a different intent.

He turns a little to study the ruins below the cliff, spread out in a tumult of lives ruined. "That little stuff will never do something like this even if you slip up, so keep working on feathers all you want, no worries. At worst, where you are now, the age you are now, if you mess up you're going to turn into a ball of fluff." Well maybe a little more than that, a little worse than that, but that could instill fear and not caution and the feather ball may well actually happen.

Feathers.

He has feathers out. He jerks a hand up to smooth the bristling fluff down, and they disappear as his hand passes over them. Control is important, control is necessary, he must remain as human looking as he can--