[Vash doesn't quite let Nai out of the snow. As long as he's writing in the cold, he has a reason to listen. The "sitting up and not being cold" privileges will be permitted once Vash is certain he isn't about to do a murder.
Ultimately this means that Vash winds up perched on Knives' torso, arms crossed like a petulant child. It's like every argument between preteen siblings, but on century old bodies. The point is that they're idiots, your honor.]
This is Aldric's Grove. There are no Plants, not aside from us. No one here had heard of them until I got here, and even then I only barely alluded to it. Not everyone is human — to be honest I couldn't tell you who is and who isn't.
We're trapped here. The woods wants to kill us. The shadow people want to help us. And... I think we've been here before, Nai. With Rem.
[It's a lot. None of it makes sense, especially how Vash explains it. But sits there with his arms crossed over his chest like he's made perfect sense and, well. Just waits!]
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Ultimately this means that Vash winds up perched on Knives' torso, arms crossed like a petulant child. It's like every argument between preteen siblings, but on century old bodies. The point is that they're idiots, your honor.]
This is Aldric's Grove. There are no Plants, not aside from us. No one here had heard of them until I got here, and even then I only barely alluded to it. Not everyone is human — to be honest I couldn't tell you who is and who isn't.
We're trapped here. The woods wants to kill us. The shadow people want to help us. And... I think we've been here before, Nai. With Rem.
[It's a lot. None of it makes sense, especially how Vash explains it. But sits there with his arms crossed over his chest like he's made perfect sense and, well. Just waits!]