So long as nothing sharp pokes him, or wiggles in a tentacle-y manner, Vash won't even notice if the shape under Shardik's cloak is strange. It's not okay that bad things happened, even if they happened a long time ago, but it's okay is just something people say about bad stuff, so Vash isn't going to argue the point.
Letting go with a final squeeze, he steps back, and looks out again at the rubble, trying to see the shape of the city in the ruins. "Maybe it'll stay, yeah," he agrees, although he doesn't really believe it. This world is strange, with first people and now whole cities popping in and out of existence... there's no reason to assume it'll stop, is there?
And if it's not going to stop, if the cities are going to keep appearing and disappearing like people have been doing, then maybe there's a reason why it's happening?
"Every time I've disappeared," he says, clearly thinking through the problem as he's speaking, "it's taken me someplace I needed to be. Maybe July keeps coming back because you're supposed to go find your friends?"
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Letting go with a final squeeze, he steps back, and looks out again at the rubble, trying to see the shape of the city in the ruins. "Maybe it'll stay, yeah," he agrees, although he doesn't really believe it. This world is strange, with first people and now whole cities popping in and out of existence... there's no reason to assume it'll stop, is there?
And if it's not going to stop, if the cities are going to keep appearing and disappearing like people have been doing, then maybe there's a reason why it's happening?
"Every time I've disappeared," he says, clearly thinking through the problem as he's speaking, "it's taken me someplace I needed to be. Maybe July keeps coming back because you're supposed to go find your friends?"