[He feels the faintest shred of guilt for having snapped. Pure Vanilla is only trying to help, to make the process easier. Yet right now, Vash can't cope with the reality of what's happening to him. Things were getting back to normal. The consequences of his actions had passed.
He didn't want more. And he certainly didn't want other people to have to suffer as they watched him go through this.]
It's okay. I'm okay. [He smiles through it all but it feels... terse. Fragile, and on the verge of breaking.] It's not that bad, really.
[He draws his hands backward, shoving the bloodied gloves into his lap. He wants to hide them further. If neither of them have to look, then maybe they can continue denying the reality steadily creeping in.]
no subject
He didn't want more. And he certainly didn't want other people to have to suffer as they watched him go through this.]
It's okay. I'm okay. [He smiles through it all but it feels... terse. Fragile, and on the verge of breaking.] It's not that bad, really.
[He draws his hands backward, shoving the bloodied gloves into his lap. He wants to hide them further. If neither of them have to look, then maybe they can continue denying the reality steadily creeping in.]