[If he's wholly honest. He's quiet, then, as he puts the gloves on and starts to get to work with the dye--he only knows what he's doing in this regard insofar as he read the instructions, but it's probably fine. He'll do his best to not mess it up, even if he doesn't think Vash would care that much.
If not for the thoughtful air to his quiet, it might seem like that's the end of his comments. But, eventually--]
...I've been told that I live too much in the shadow of the past. And I admit that I started doing a lot of things to try and make amends for my father's death. Helping as many people as I could, doing whatever was within my capabilities--partly because I wanted to, and partly because it made me feel better. At this point, I'm not sure the source of my motivation matters, as long as I do what I can for other people. [...] I don't regret being this way. ...It doesn't always help, though.
[Sometimes, there's simply no silencing that dark voice--the one that says you did this and you can never bring him back and you deserve to be alone.]
[ ME LIKE DID I JUST MISS THIS IN MY VACATION FLURRY but i at least want to set this with a nice ending. ]
I don't think that's a bad way to live, but maybe because I lived a similar life.
[ Sometimes you are lonely and you hold onto what others left behind, pick up the mantle, and walk forward. You continue with a piece of them in your heart and through you they can keep living. Somehow, it dulls and amplifies the loneliness—it depends on the day. Vash closes his eyes. ]
It's keeping their memory alive. [ ... ] But it does make many choices difficult.
[ Vash goes quiet... Nostalgic and reminiscing with sadness still in the background. ]
I haven't seen all the good deeds and wonders you've done, but I know you've worked really hard, so... Good work! Keep at it.
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[If he's wholly honest. He's quiet, then, as he puts the gloves on and starts to get to work with the dye--he only knows what he's doing in this regard insofar as he read the instructions, but it's probably fine. He'll do his best to not mess it up, even if he doesn't think Vash would care that much.
If not for the thoughtful air to his quiet, it might seem like that's the end of his comments. But, eventually--]
...I've been told that I live too much in the shadow of the past. And I admit that I started doing a lot of things to try and make amends for my father's death. Helping as many people as I could, doing whatever was within my capabilities--partly because I wanted to, and partly because it made me feel better. At this point, I'm not sure the source of my motivation matters, as long as I do what I can for other people. [...] I don't regret being this way. ...It doesn't always help, though.
[Sometimes, there's simply no silencing that dark voice--the one that says you did this and you can never bring him back and you deserve to be alone.]
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I don't think that's a bad way to live, but maybe because I lived a similar life.
[ Sometimes you are lonely and you hold onto what others left behind, pick up the mantle, and walk forward. You continue with a piece of them in your heart and through you they can keep living. Somehow, it dulls and amplifies the loneliness—it depends on the day. Vash closes his eyes. ]
It's keeping their memory alive. [ ... ] But it does make many choices difficult.
[ Vash goes quiet... Nostalgic and reminiscing with sadness still in the background. ]
I haven't seen all the good deeds and wonders you've done, but I know you've worked really hard, so... Good work! Keep at it.