[ ... This is all so rough because he can understand being ripped straight out of home. These are based on his memories, after all. He felt incredibly loved, incredibly spoiled, under Rem's wing... Even though she didn't always have the right thing to say, sometimes she does the wrong things, but he knew she loved them.
A part of him isn't sure how to feel when he hears that he was there, as a child, alongside his brother. That they shared these memories with Nahri and others. Would he have liked more friends? Of course. He remembers when a couple of humans woke up due to a ship emergency... How he and Knives had to hide or else risk discovery. They didn't know about their birth and Rem feared for the worst.
But he remembers one of them finding them out, then welcoming them with an open hand. Perhaps, Nahri would have been like that, too. A fiery girl, but kind and loving. ]
I'm glad you got to met her, real or not. She's the reason why I'm who I am today. [ And Vash loved her dearly. ] But—I'm sorry for Knives.
[ Sometimes your dear older brother is a freak... And worth all the guilt he feels when he hears that Knives hurt them. ]
I—wish the mission didn't keep using Dara against you. I know... Things are complicated with him. I don't know if years would have changed that.
Years didn't seem to matter much to him. [ a noncommittal shrug. ] He was at least 1400 years old, and he still... did the things that he did, and felt the way that he did. Time might have made things worse, actually.
[ she was so hopelessly enthralled, some sort of connection to a world she didn't believe in and didn't belong to. but she didn't really belong anywhere or have anyone else. at least not until she started forging bonds here. as awful as the game is, her relationships were allowed to grow. even in no man's land, with how brief their town visits became - she could still help people in a way that felt organic and real. not like before when she was trapped in her gilded cage.
but dara had done that to her, hadn't he? ]
As for me, I can't really look outside myself and see what changed in 150 years. I still feel like myself, just more confused.
... Oh, yeah, at that point it's very hard to change. Not impossible, but still difficult.
[ However, he isn't going to argue. Nahri knew Dara best, had suffered and loved him despite all he had done to others and to her. It's tragic, he thinks, to love someone who won't let themselves be loved... To be caged by them, too.
Vash is at least aware that he, despite a monster, doesn't do that. It's a small solace, despite how he wished it didn't come at Nahri's expense. ]
More confused, huh. [ ... ] I don't think I changed much, either, but maybe I've become more stubborn.
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A part of him isn't sure how to feel when he hears that he was there, as a child, alongside his brother. That they shared these memories with Nahri and others. Would he have liked more friends? Of course. He remembers when a couple of humans woke up due to a ship emergency... How he and Knives had to hide or else risk discovery. They didn't know about their birth and Rem feared for the worst.
But he remembers one of them finding them out, then welcoming them with an open hand. Perhaps, Nahri would have been like that, too. A fiery girl, but kind and loving. ]
I'm glad you got to met her, real or not. She's the reason why I'm who I am today. [ And Vash loved her dearly. ] But—I'm sorry for Knives.
[ Sometimes your dear older brother is a freak... And worth all the guilt he feels when he hears that Knives hurt them. ]
I—wish the mission didn't keep using Dara against you. I know... Things are complicated with him. I don't know if years would have changed that.
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[ she was so hopelessly enthralled, some sort of connection to a world she didn't believe in and didn't belong to. but she didn't really belong anywhere or have anyone else. at least not until she started forging bonds here. as awful as the game is, her relationships were allowed to grow. even in no man's land, with how brief their town visits became - she could still help people in a way that felt organic and real. not like before when she was trapped in her gilded cage.
but dara had done that to her, hadn't he? ]
As for me, I can't really look outside myself and see what changed in 150 years. I still feel like myself, just more confused.
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[ However, he isn't going to argue. Nahri knew Dara best, had suffered and loved him despite all he had done to others and to her. It's tragic, he thinks, to love someone who won't let themselves be loved... To be caged by them, too.
Vash is at least aware that he, despite a monster, doesn't do that. It's a small solace, despite how he wished it didn't come at Nahri's expense. ]
More confused, huh. [ ... ] I don't think I changed much, either, but maybe I've become more stubborn.
[ A small laugh. ]