It's okay. they can be both be pitifully drunk very soon. ]
... I couldn't vote for Justice.
[ That is his answer in return before he pours another shot, taking the glass from Kaveh to knock that one out just as fast. Vash doesn't know... If he can voice the reasons why he also decided to vote for who he did, but it isn't too different from what he heard.
Still, it hurts. It hurts to send people who are forced into this game to meet their end for a second time. That his own vote has led to this decision, that he had made a choice that the lives of one group are more important than another's. Thinking about it strangles his heart to the point where he isn't sure if he can take it—so a second shot comes immediately before he pours Kaveh his second. The glass his back in his hand now. ]
I can't let Livio die. [ Shutting his eyes tightly. ] We've made our choice.
[It's fine I can't read. I hope they show up at execution hungover.
He isn't surprised to hear that, though. He would've been shocked if Vash had ever considered anything else, just as Kaveh isn't sure he could've brought himself to vote for Shenhe, even though he didn't know her until they met here.
It does make him wonder--had the killer truly been on Livio's team, would Livio be able to take their place? Or would the rules of the game prevent him from doing so? But even in that case... how much would it destroy Livio, to lose someone he likely feels he has to protect? Kaveh may not know him all that well, but that part of Livio's personality seems crystal clear.
He accepts the shot, knocking it back.
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Did you hear about the messages from those special missions? [The Cyoas]
[ Vash may know the answer, but he doesn't voice it. Speaking it may make it too close to reality—it could happen next week. The week after. He doesn't know... And he doesn't know how many lives they'll lose, how many difficult choices they're forced to make.
Which means he needs another shot, then pours Kaveh another. Shouldn't they be more sober when they're talking about lore? Vash seems to muster enough clarity to speak. Expression grim and weary, shoulders tense... ]
I've seen the messages... I don't like it. [ Just basic opinion. ] And I don't know how much to believe.
[ ... ]
I was going to ask the reapers, but this week really sucks.
[They probably should be. But the solution here is clearly to just drink until they black out and forget their lore talk so they can do it again sober (no)
He takes it, but he just holds it first, nodding.]
Neither do I. Nahida and I told Shenhe first, and she said she didn't want to alarm you all before we could get more information. [He always assumed the rest of Shenhe's team would find out, he just wasn't sure when or from who. But with Shenhe gone... it didn't feel right, not knowing if Vash and the others were left in the dark. He knocks the shot back, then slides the glass back over, closing his eyes.]
...S'just me and Nahida now.
[And no one, from Lambda and Yang Guifei's world.]
[ Because the stakes with world erasure is insane. Vash can barely wrap his head around it and tried to focus on solution extremely fast, but it haunts him deeply. Whatever world Lambda and Yang Guifei are from, it's allegedly wiped clean. All those people? Gone. The world of Genshin Impact could be next, but now he wonders about the swords. About Rang. D. So many of their dead.
... man. ANOTHER SHOT FOR HIM. ]
If the messages are credible... And points really are a thing like the reapers said they are. [ Even if the possible method of gaining them is awful, if strategy means sacrifice. ] There's a way.
Dead people. [Thanks Kaveh. He scrunches up his face, trying to think.] S'... Erased, I mean. R'Not gone right away. Just--different space fr'm us. Frequency. [He waves a loose hand, as if to indicate their surroundings.]
Might be... might be safe 'til the end. Dunno. Have to ask. Verify source data... [Don't say nerd terms clearly in your drunk slurring]
[ Fortunately, Vash can understand nerdy lingo to a point that is unexpected of him. ]
Like on a different plane of existence... Kind of like these shadow people? Interesting they're using terms normally used for sound, but. [ Vash doesn't understand so many things in Trigun, so it's fine. ] I wonder if we could recalibrate frequencies and if that would allow us to traverse the levels of existence.
[ Despite having had so many shots, he can be alert when he needs to be, but quickly he slows down... Alcohol, also committing to the bit of being a drunk. ]
[Vash could put on just about any bit he wants and Kaveh would believe it tbh. The only thing he wouldn't believe is "I'm no longer depressed and suicidal! Wow!"]
IIIIIII dunno. [He mumbles it, but even that can't obscure the sadness that creeps into his tone.] ...I hope so.
[God, what he wouldn't give to be able to reach the erased. He hates the idea that they can't save them--but he's also desperate for a final goodbye, if nothing else. Will he get that when he, too, is inevitably erased?]
Oh--don't lemme forget. [He waves a hand vaguely at Vash.] Gotta give you something.
[ Vash can only hope, too... And it's hard to think about all the information they've received, wondering if it's valid and credible, but isn't it time for alcohol? They're meant to relax, so that's what Vash does.
Jus' thought you could use'm. Some spares. [Since he knew Shenhe already had at least one outfit and he didn't know Nahri well enough at the time, but now that's taken care of too, thankfully. Also for the reason of "I think they deserve nice things" but he's too Insecure (drunk edition) to say that.] Can make'm... pillows n' bandages n' stuff. If you don't like'm.
I didn't mean I was buying something. [Although now he wants to because sweet Vash is so cute!! He is going to forget in the morning though.] It's notes! Wolfwood said to give them to you instead of him.
[ Even though Vash can get some levels of intoxicated, it is never enough, so he can easily carry Kaveh and his alcohol. Going to drop off GO TO SLEEP's blondie at their warehouse. ]
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It's okay. they can be both be pitifully drunk very soon. ]
... I couldn't vote for Justice.
[ That is his answer in return before he pours another shot, taking the glass from Kaveh to knock that one out just as fast. Vash doesn't know... If he can voice the reasons why he also decided to vote for who he did, but it isn't too different from what he heard.
Still, it hurts. It hurts to send people who are forced into this game to meet their end for a second time. That his own vote has led to this decision, that he had made a choice that the lives of one group are more important than another's. Thinking about it strangles his heart to the point where he isn't sure if he can take it—so a second shot comes immediately before he pours Kaveh his second. The glass his back in his hand now. ]
I can't let Livio die. [ Shutting his eyes tightly. ] We've made our choice.
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He isn't surprised to hear that, though. He would've been shocked if Vash had ever considered anything else, just as Kaveh isn't sure he could've brought himself to vote for Shenhe, even though he didn't know her until they met here.
It does make him wonder--had the killer truly been on Livio's team, would Livio be able to take their place? Or would the rules of the game prevent him from doing so? But even in that case... how much would it destroy Livio, to lose someone he likely feels he has to protect? Kaveh may not know him all that well, but that part of Livio's personality seems crystal clear.
He accepts the shot, knocking it back.
...]
Did you hear about the messages from those special missions? [The Cyoas]
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Which means he needs another shot, then pours Kaveh another. Shouldn't they be more sober when they're talking about lore? Vash seems to muster enough clarity to speak. Expression grim and weary, shoulders tense... ]
I've seen the messages... I don't like it. [ Just basic opinion. ] And I don't know how much to believe.
[ ... ]
I was going to ask the reapers, but this week really sucks.
[ TOOO INSECUREEE. ]
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He takes it, but he just holds it first, nodding.]
Neither do I. Nahida and I told Shenhe first, and she said she didn't want to alarm you all before we could get more information. [He always assumed the rest of Shenhe's team would find out, he just wasn't sure when or from who. But with Shenhe gone... it didn't feel right, not knowing if Vash and the others were left in the dark. He knocks the shot back, then slides the glass back over, closing his eyes.]
...S'just me and Nahida now.
[And no one, from Lambda and Yang Guifei's world.]
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[ Because the stakes with world erasure is insane. Vash can barely wrap his head around it and tried to focus on solution extremely fast, but it haunts him deeply. Whatever world Lambda and Yang Guifei are from, it's allegedly wiped clean. All those people? Gone. The world of Genshin Impact could be next, but now he wonders about the swords. About Rang. D. So many of their dead.
... man. ANOTHER SHOT FOR HIM. ]
If the messages are credible... And points really are a thing like the reapers said they are. [ Even if the possible method of gaining them is awful, if strategy means sacrifice. ] There's a way.
[ To bring people back, also their worlds. ]
There could be other ways, too.
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[Kaveh is so bad at team games. He wants the team to be EVERYONE.
He drags one leg up, resting his head on his knee.]
Did I tell you what Alex said? 'Bout the... frequency.
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[ You do that as he keeps drinking. ]
Don't think so. Frequency of what? And what about it?
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Might be... might be safe 'til the end. Dunno. Have to ask. Verify source data... [Don't say nerd terms clearly in your drunk slurring]
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Like on a different plane of existence... Kind of like these shadow people? Interesting they're using terms normally used for sound, but. [ Vash doesn't understand so many things in Trigun, so it's fine. ] I wonder if we could recalibrate frequencies and if that would allow us to traverse the levels of existence.
[ Despite having had so many shots, he can be alert when he needs to be, but quickly he slows down... Alcohol, also committing to the bit of being a drunk. ]
Maybe something to think about laaaater.
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IIIIIII dunno. [He mumbles it, but even that can't obscure the sadness that creeps into his tone.] ...I hope so.
[God, what he wouldn't give to be able to reach the erased. He hates the idea that they can't save them--but he's also desperate for a final goodbye, if nothing else. Will he get that when he, too, is inevitably erased?]
Oh--don't lemme forget. [He waves a hand vaguely at Vash.] Gotta give you something.
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Then he looks at Kaveh suspiciously... ]
Were you the one that got Wolfwood and I clothes?
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[He didn't sign it]
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[ y'all ]
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[WHY DOES HE SOUND SURPRISED, LIKE AN IDIOT
Anyway. He shakes his head slightly.]
Jus' thought you could use'm. Some spares. [Since he knew Shenhe already had at least one outfit and he didn't know Nahri well enough at the time, but now that's taken care of too, thankfully. Also for the reason of "I think they deserve nice things" but he's too Insecure (drunk edition) to say that.] Can make'm... pillows n' bandages n' stuff. If you don't like'm.
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[ Their shenhawaiian. ]
Thanks. [ ... ] But you know you don't need to keep giving us gifts.
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I like to! [He truly is just like this. This is why he can't pay his rent.] Um, but I'll stop if you want.
[He says this like he had plans to do it regularly when what actually happens is that he's a victim of impulsive generosity. But it's fine.]
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[ Really, he can't, and he has given his little chide already. ]
What're planning to give me this time?
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[......
OH WAIT, HE SAID HE HAD TO GIVE--okay he sees what's happening here.]
Oh--[absurdly, he starts laughing.] That wasn't what I meant!
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[ He isn't laughing and he's looking around like a drunk buffoon who missed the joke.
What's happening here!! ]
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I guess they're my notes now.
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Mm. S'about... sand. [He closes his eyes, tucking his arms under his head.] Using it. For stuff.
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... Maybe I should help you back to your warehouse.
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[They're on the ground]
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