No, it's all right. It's not much of a secret at home, either.
[ And his weird profile is there. ]
... I think many of you have figured out I'm not human. My brother and I are plants, manmade tools to procure necessities for human survival.
[ He doesn't think he needs to go into the details of how different he and his brother are from usual plants. Yuzuriha is asking for the why. ]
He hates humans for exploiting our kind to the point of exhaustion... And he wishes to eliminate mankind from the galaxy. I stood in his way to stop him.
[ yuzuriha's silent, as she takes that all in. she'd only found out about 'plants' fairly recently, seen them in a simulation. she had no idea what the word really meant, but the pieces fall into place quickly enough.
(they must be the filament of the glass bulbs she'd seen. living beings burned for energy, until they had nothing left to give.) ]
...You'd still forgive mankind after all that?
[ she doesn't have the whole picture, but the truth he tells her feels pretty horrific. she knows at least a little, what exploitation is like. ]
Have you ever taken revenge yourself...? Someone told me that half a city on your planet was wiped out.
[ he doesn't seem the sort, but his player profile... ]
... They're just trying to survive. [ And it makes Vash sympathetic to their attempts. ] Even when they're struggling, I've experienced their kindness, too.
[ And perhaps that is where he and his brother differ despite having had the same experiences to form their opinions. Vash continues to focus on the love, care, and warmth humanity offered him. ]
My brother was behind a handful of similar incidents. [ Those would be revenge. ] Lost July and Jeneora Rock weren't his work.
[ yuzuriha nods. humans can be kind, for no good reason at all. even she doesn't think people are irredeemable, and she is as much of a realist as they come. ]
...Were they yours? [ Lost July, and Jeneora Rock. ]
[ she looks at him, and thinks back to emoshare week. she can't know the two are related, that pervading sadness he carries which she had only caught the briefest glimpse of, but she wouldn't be necessarily surprised if they somehow were. or at least, all this is only part of a much vaster grief. ]
...I believe you. You don't really seem the sort to do that kinda thing.
[ she doesn't know him all that well, but those are the vibes. and besides, she had just seen his memory, seen his resolve—his willingness to put his life on the line for humanity. to end his own brother... unless he happens to be an extremely good liar. (in some ways, he sort of is?) ]
[ All those lives are lost and Vash will continue to carry that on his back, like a cross he hopes to be crucified upon. He doesn't know what salvation looks like, but why does that matter? He has always teetered between wanting it so desperately and believing it's beyond him. Indecision. Contradictions. Hypocrisy. ]
I'm sorry that you had to see that. It's awkward to see a family feud.
[ And Yuzuriha can see that the back of his head is black, which is different than the full blond he arrived with and the full black in the memory. ]
I didn't mean to intrude. We all have things we'd rather not have brought to light here.
[ also... i'm sorry hei but vash has changed his hair color enough times here, it really does not occur to yuzuriha to think that the black hair may signify something EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. she really just believes he's just cycling through trends, i'm in tears. ]
...The black's a different look on you. I almost didn't recognize who I was seeing. [ help. ]
A tough choice. [ she can't speak ill of the dead so rang and matsui are not on here. ]
Haru pulls off the sullen teenager act pretty well. [ no he is a very good boy, she thinks. ] When Feifei gets upset, he's really upset. And then you've got that grouch of a priest.
[ I HAD MEANT TO RESPOND TO THIS and put in my discord since i deleted the notif on my inbox but clenches fist. Vash watches this and it isn't a pretty scene. It isn't quite unfamiliar, either. He has had the unfortunate opportunity to witness many bloody and helpless scenes.
[ hei hates me... a heiter... (im jk YOU HAd SO MUCH GOING ON THIS WEEK!!!!)
she looks a bit taken back that he's actually tearing up. maybe because she didn't really expect it of him. she's not sure how to respond for a moment—the memory isn't exactly old, but it's no longer a fresh wound, either.
quietly, but not unkindly, ] ...You don't have to cry for me, Vash.
[ ... ]
I think you have enough on your shoulders.
[ she wouldn't want to add to that burden—it's hers to carry, anyway. ]
Vash is teary-eyed, trying not to let the tears fall, but at least he isn't at the point of nose running. He can wipe the tears pricking the corner of his eyes with a finger. ]
[ so based... i would sacrifice all my pcs to nat also :pleading:
she... can't help but smile a little? actually? not quite mirthful, but maybe a little thoughtful if not... gently exasperated. how can he be crying over this and not his own apocalyptic memory involving his brother? over everything that's happened to them both? ]
...I suppose it's not a happy memory, no. She's gone.
[ ...she supposes, maybe vash is sad because, amongst everything else, he understands what it's like to be lonely, too. ]
[ Because Vash's heart is so big... Somehow after 150 + 2 years, it hasn't shriveled and withered. No matter the scars and stitches on his body, he feels so much for others.
It's also true he understands the loneliness. He understands living for someone else even more. A sniffle. ]
I hope the life you lived was what you wanted—for you and your sister.
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[ and yeah definitely, millions knives counts. ]
I just— I don't understand. What was he so angered by? Enough to want to kill you?
[ a pause, ]
—Sorry. You don't have to talk about it if you'd rather not.
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[ And his weird profile is there. ]
... I think many of you have figured out I'm not human. My brother and I are plants, manmade tools to procure necessities for human survival.
[ He doesn't think he needs to go into the details of how different he and his brother are from usual plants. Yuzuriha is asking for the why. ]
He hates humans for exploiting our kind to the point of exhaustion... And he wishes to eliminate mankind from the galaxy. I stood in his way to stop him.
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(they must be the filament of the glass bulbs she'd seen. living beings burned for energy, until they had nothing left to give.) ]
...You'd still forgive mankind after all that?
[ she doesn't have the whole picture, but the truth he tells her feels pretty horrific. she knows at least a little, what exploitation is like. ]
Have you ever taken revenge yourself...? Someone told me that half a city on your planet was wiped out.
[ he doesn't seem the sort, but his player profile... ]
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[ And perhaps that is where he and his brother differ despite having had the same experiences to form their opinions. Vash continues to focus on the love, care, and warmth humanity offered him. ]
My brother was behind a handful of similar incidents. [ Those would be revenge. ] Lost July and Jeneora Rock weren't his work.
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...Were they yours? [ Lost July, and Jeneora Rock. ]
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It wasn't out of revenge.
[ Is this admittance? Or is this just a fact. ]
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...I believe you. You don't really seem the sort to do that kinda thing.
[ she doesn't know him all that well, but those are the vibes. and besides, she had just seen his memory, seen his resolve—his willingness to put his life on the line for humanity. to end his own brother... unless he happens to be an extremely good liar. (in some ways, he sort of is?) ]
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[ All those lives are lost and Vash will continue to carry that on his back, like a cross he hopes to be crucified upon. He doesn't know what salvation looks like, but why does that matter? He has always teetered between wanting it so desperately and believing it's beyond him. Indecision. Contradictions. Hypocrisy. ]
I'm sorry that you had to see that. It's awkward to see a family feud.
[ And Yuzuriha can see that the back of his head is black, which is different than the full blond he arrived with and the full black in the memory. ]
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I didn't mean to intrude. We all have things we'd rather not have brought to light here.
[ also... i'm sorry hei but vash has changed his hair color enough times here, it really does not occur to yuzuriha to think that the black hair may signify something EXTREMELY IMPORTANT. she really just believes he's just cycling through trends, i'm in tears. ]
...The black's a different look on you. I almost didn't recognize who I was seeing. [ help. ]
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[ It's a small tease. Yeah, i'm just giving you this even though i know yuzuriha would not be able to make it out at all. HEHEHE ]
I'm going to hope it's a good different! [ ... ] Change isn't bad.
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[ also a tease. (ALKSLKAS EVIL! BAd!) ]
...I think I still prefer blonde for you, though. The black feels a bit too moody.
[ there are SO many ppl here with dark hair, including herself, but y'kno. ~*vibes*~ ]
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Ohhhh, Yuzuriha! Who is the moodiest of them all?
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A tough choice. [ she can't speak ill of the dead so rang and matsui are not on here. ]
Haru pulls off the sullen teenager act pretty well. [ no he is a very good boy, she thinks. ] When Feifei gets upset, he's really upset. And then you've got that grouch of a priest.
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It's weird, but Haruka and Wolfwood are kind of similar. One curses me out less, though.
[ The comparisons are FUNNY, okay? Also, will omo give me a memory, too. ]
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[ it's definitely haru roasting him into the ground 100%.
also yah he can have a piggy!! warning for image with sideboob.
(they've talked about family and revenge, so...) ]
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But... Well. He's sad and he tears up a bit. ]
... Yuzuriha.
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she looks a bit taken back that he's actually tearing up. maybe because she didn't really expect it of him. she's not sure how to respond for a moment—the memory isn't exactly old, but it's no longer a fresh wound, either.
quietly, but not unkindly, ] ...You don't have to cry for me, Vash.
[ ... ]
I think you have enough on your shoulders.
[ she wouldn't want to add to that burden—it's hers to carry, anyway. ]
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Vash is teary-eyed, trying not to let the tears fall, but at least he isn't at the point of nose running. He can wipe the tears pricking the corner of his eyes with a finger. ]
But... It's so sad? It sounds like...
[ Well, her sister is dead. ]
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she... can't help but smile a little? actually? not quite mirthful, but maybe a little thoughtful if not... gently exasperated. how can he be crying over this and not his own apocalyptic memory involving his brother? over everything that's happened to them both? ]
...I suppose it's not a happy memory, no. She's gone.
[ ...she supposes, maybe vash is sad because, amongst everything else, he understands what it's like to be lonely, too. ]
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It's also true he understands the loneliness. He understands living for someone else even more. A sniffle. ]
I hope the life you lived was what you wanted—for you and your sister.
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she's quiet for a moment. ]
...It hasn't been a very long one compared to yours, I'm afraid. [ stares at canon ] But here, I'm doing just that.
[ they're dead, supposedly—but still alive in many ways, right? ]
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[ So he agrees, in a way, this is also their second chance. One they didn't ask for, so gruesome and depressing, but they're here. ]
It's kind of weird to think about it as living better.