Vash is eighty and still cries at the drop of a hat, it's going to be a long time before that habit's outgrown. "Isn't July a giant smoking crater courtesy of certain famous outlaws who shall not be named?" He can speak a little frivolously of it because it happened a long time before he arrived, and it hasn't happened to him yet. It's an abstract, like talking about ancient wars, and something he's pretty sure he'll never have to do himself. If it becomes possible, he'll just never go there!
...Is this little version of himself living in a crater.
Honestly, his own lifestyle of whatever bit of shelter he could find was better than that.
Further explanations! Knives is around, and he accepts that without so much as a blink, given little Vash's general good mood it had to be from before everything he knew burned out of the sky, so Knives was probably still okay too, or at least young enough to not be able to dice up towns. Probably. Maybe. He should find out just in case and try to ward off disaster if he can. There's somehow a more important bit tacked onto that, and his quick, easy stride slows. Stops.
A detached part of his mind pointed out that it's possible but not likely that this was implying the plant they were born from. The rest of him is certain otherwise. "Rem?" Hey guess who doesn't know that 'don't use names' thing. "Is she.." Away right now. "Is she really just 'away'?" The question is a breathy sort of squeak, as if it's a struggle to actually speak it.
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...Is this little version of himself living in a crater.
Honestly, his own lifestyle of whatever bit of shelter he could find was better than that.
Further explanations! Knives is around, and he accepts that without so much as a blink, given little Vash's general good mood it had to be from before everything he knew burned out of the sky, so Knives was probably still okay too, or at least young enough to not be able to dice up towns. Probably. Maybe. He should find out just in case and try to ward off disaster if he can. There's somehow a more important bit tacked onto that, and his quick, easy stride slows. Stops.
A detached part of his mind pointed out that it's possible but not likely that this was implying the plant they were born from. The rest of him is certain otherwise. "Rem?" Hey guess who doesn't know that 'don't use names' thing. "Is she.." Away right now. "Is she really just 'away'?" The question is a breathy sort of squeak, as if it's a struggle to actually speak it.