[ Said with a morose smile, grateful yet listless. ]
Because of people like you, I could keep my ideals and live the way I did.
[ Vash is very aware that he can go on to not kill, he can protect with pacifism, only because of others who can pull the trigger and protect by the proper ways of the gun. People who spill blood allow him to not spill any himself... It pains him. It wraps him up in threads and threads of guilt because he knows so well that it's selfish hang onto compassion and the love for his fellow man, even if they very much do not love him back. It's quiet wish that this wasn't the reality.
Lowering his head some, smile still plastered on his face, he closes his eyes. ]
[ this is a very sweet and sincere bracket text and thread, but shu is also filled with an understanding of why wolfwood fights vash behind the UG costco so damn much. ]
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I'm not mad you've been able to live like that, but-- [ hm. ]
Is it just the idea of you personally killing people you're so against? Because you can't live like that without someone pulling the trigger on your behalf.
It's a promise I made to someone, kind of a lifestyle I picked up in their memory, but honestly I'm against killing in general... It took me a while to accept other ways of living and surviving.
I still would rather it be me who faces the barrel of a gun. If I had the choice, I'd always make it be me.
[ Because as the memory shows, Vash thinks he can dodge as many bullets as he needs to. If all of the bullets go to him, it's easier. Better. ]
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I believe everyone's ticket is blank.
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[ Which is worse responsibility. Sometimes you're surrounded by the same type of people, Shu. ]
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[ Said with a morose smile, grateful yet listless. ]
Because of people like you, I could keep my ideals and live the way I did.
[ Vash is very aware that he can go on to not kill, he can protect with pacifism, only because of others who can pull the trigger and protect by the proper ways of the gun. People who spill blood allow him to not spill any himself... It pains him. It wraps him up in threads and threads of guilt because he knows so well that it's selfish hang onto compassion and the love for his fellow man, even if they very much do not love him back. It's quiet wish that this wasn't the reality.
Lowering his head some, smile still plastered on his face, he closes his eyes. ]
Thank you.
[ Genuinely, full of remorseful gratitude. ]
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I'm not mad you've been able to live like that, but-- [ hm. ]
Is it just the idea of you personally killing people you're so against? Because you can't live like that without someone pulling the trigger on your behalf.
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It's a promise I made to someone, kind of a lifestyle I picked up in their memory, but honestly I'm against killing in general... It took me a while to accept other ways of living and surviving.
I still would rather it be me who faces the barrel of a gun. If I had the choice, I'd always make it be me.
[ Because as the memory shows, Vash thinks he can dodge as many bullets as he needs to. If all of the bullets go to him, it's easier. Better. ]
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[ if this was emotion week, he'd feel exhausted. ]
That sounds pretty self-sacrificial.
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[ They would definitely kill him here. ]