If there's anything I can do... Don't be afraid to ask. [ Genuinely he hopes that he can help, do anything, honestly. To her thought, there's a pause. ] I guess they'd be from the similar source, so not wrong.
[ My abilities at home were very different. he will give her hand a light squeeze. ]
[ Anything! But he just smiles... And nods when she says that, even though it's not something he can promise. They can't just will themselves awake to protect anyone. They're... Helpless, really, but he keeps that to himself. ]
... That's right. It's over and you're here.
[ But I'm worried because you're not acting like your usual self... Even if that's likely a front. It just means less energy for it, I guess. ]
Not feeling funny at all? I remember after my mission, people were saying that I'd randomly act like I didn't care about anything.
[ ...she suddenly looks dangerously close to tearing up, but it passes quickly, like this has happened a few times already. he'll probably catch randomly sad thoughts again that don't really seem like they should be there. nothing very coherent, just somber. ]
...I remember that. The three of you were acting pretty odd.
[ ...she's thinking on that, with a frown. ]
I guess if you're worried, it must mean something's off.
... I think anyone would be worried after those missions, Yuzuriha. I never talked about it in too much detail, but mine played on some of my fears. In the moment, it was... Rough.
[ There were so many bodies... And I did that to all of them. He shakes his head rapidly to try to also shake away those thoughts. ]
[ she gives vash's hand a squeeze and just. sort of puts her other hand to her face like what the hell is wrong with my eyes. it's gotta be a curse. ]
...I'm sorry, Vash. [ you probably don't need me to say this, but your fears don't define you. ] That's... really awful.
[ she really isn't trying to relive her fake memories, but they drift to her thoughts anyway, intermittent pieces he might accidentally catch—of her crewmates dying in front of her, of their only home burning up around them. they aren't necessarily targeted fears, per se, but still fears in the way all tragedies are.
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[ He still feels weird about reading thoughts, but he might as well reassure her. ]
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[ she reaches out to take his hand quietly again. don't worry about it... ]
...I really appreciate your kindness, Vash. [ also, ] ...That power you used earlier...
[ those were the same wings i saw in that memory? ]
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[ My abilities at home were very different. he will give her hand a light squeeze. ]
... Your trip, though. It seemed... Bad.
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Just... take care of yourself, okay? Livvy and Wolfwood, too.
[ stop getting into fights and stop getting balded. ...yeah, i guess so. ]
...It wasn't great. But it's over now. [ somehow it doesn't feel like a relief. ]
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... That's right. It's over and you're here.
[ But I'm worried because you're not acting like your usual self... Even if that's likely a front. It just means less energy for it, I guess. ]
Not feeling funny at all? I remember after my mission, people were saying that I'd randomly act like I didn't care about anything.
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...I remember that. The three of you were acting pretty odd.
[ ...she's thinking on that, with a frown. ]
I guess if you're worried, it must mean something's off.
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[ There were so many bodies... And I did that to all of them. He shakes his head rapidly to try to also shake away those thoughts. ]
It's okay to cry, you know?
[ Or is that a mission curse... ]
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...I'm sorry, Vash. [ you probably don't need me to say this, but your fears don't define you. ] That's... really awful.
[ she really isn't trying to relive her fake memories, but they drift to her thoughts anyway, intermittent pieces he might accidentally catch—of her crewmates dying in front of her, of their only home burning up around them. they aren't necessarily targeted fears, per se, but still fears in the way all tragedies are.
but... she understands they're not real. ]
...I know. I just don't want to cry.
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[ Like he's used to having to face his fears, that they repeat every once in a while in his long lifetime. It happens.
Oh. Reading these thoughts, he frowns. ]
If you think about it, if you cry alone and no one sees, then it's like you never cried at all!
[ HAHA? ]
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...Somehow that sounds even more sad.
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[ HE'S RIGHT ABOUT THIS, AT LEAST HE THINKS SO. ]
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[ ...she is leaning against him now, and puts her head on his shoulder. ]
...Thanks, but this is enough for now.
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[ He will let her do that... I'm guessing they're indoors somewhere so they can be warm. ]
Did you also want me to tune the thoughts out? I kind of got some sense earlier, but...
[ I get that not everyone wants to talk. ]