[He shifts himself just enough, so that he's seated in a far more reverent position. His hands clasp together, and his head bows just a little. He tries his best to send his thoughts outward, to "think beyond himself" and into the woods. He imagines Nai, barefoot, pissed off, and determined as hell to keep going.
He has to be alive out there. Vash knows it to be true. And since he does know this, he tries to extend all of his love. His willpower. His own determination. Maybe with that little push, it would all be alright.
Eventually he opens his eyes. They sting, and he doesn't realize they've begun to dampen until he's wiped them with the back of his wrist.]
Your Gods... What were they like? 'n' how did you communicate.
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[He shifts himself just enough, so that he's seated in a far more reverent position. His hands clasp together, and his head bows just a little. He tries his best to send his thoughts outward, to "think beyond himself" and into the woods. He imagines Nai, barefoot, pissed off, and determined as hell to keep going.
He has to be alive out there. Vash knows it to be true. And since he does know this, he tries to extend all of his love. His willpower. His own determination. Maybe with that little push, it would all be alright.
Eventually he opens his eyes. They sting, and he doesn't realize they've begun to dampen until he's wiped them with the back of his wrist.]
Your Gods... What were they like? 'n' how did you communicate.
[Anything to change the subject.]