[Two idiots laying in a snowbank, one of them sitting on his pathetic, freezing cold sibling while said sibling has his knife-tentacles lying limply in the surrounding snow. Truly, neither of them grew up at all.
Nai is glaring at Vash, but his glare starts to fade with each word. No Plants. A sparse human population — which explains the thing on the roof and the shadow-people, for one thing. "The woods want to kill us" has to be a human tall-tale, a superstitious rumour and nothing more. Nai would love the opportunity to point it out. "You always believed in ghost stories."
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how Vash wants to look at it, the opportunity to poke holes in the argument stops dead at that last bit. Nai sits up in a hurry, and if Vash goes tumbling into the snowbank get rekt idiot. Luckily, he is not getting up to Do A Murder. Rather, he's just sitting. They are having a Discussion.]
Been here before? [He echoes.] I would remember if we had, Vash. And so would you.
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Nai is glaring at Vash, but his glare starts to fade with each word. No Plants. A sparse human population — which explains the thing on the roof and the shadow-people, for one thing. "The woods want to kill us" has to be a human tall-tale, a superstitious rumour and nothing more. Nai would love the opportunity to point it out. "You always believed in ghost stories."
Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how Vash wants to look at it, the opportunity to poke holes in the argument stops dead at that last bit. Nai sits up in a hurry, and if Vash goes tumbling into the snowbank get rekt idiot. Luckily, he is not getting up to Do A Murder. Rather, he's just sitting. They are having a Discussion.]
Been here before? [He echoes.] I would remember if we had, Vash. And so would you.
[Would you, though...]