[ There's something raw in his eyes at that, a hint of actual fear in his drunken stupor. His mechanical left hand twitches and the pretty teal finger close. Is that what the real one's like too? ]
Yes.
[ He says ever-so-softly, with the kind of lived fear of someone haunted by his past. Kni drove him to the fringes, forced him to hide among the badlands as his body suffered through betrayals and radiation. ]
He killed our... our mother. Never stopped chasing me. No blades, but... but...
[ Finally, Vash reaches a breaking point and throws his head to the side to empty his potato-death drink all over the floor. There is no way he's going to know what he's said after this. It's a miracle he's still conscious. ]
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Yes.
[ He says ever-so-softly, with the kind of lived fear of someone haunted by his past. Kni drove him to the fringes, forced him to hide among the badlands as his body suffered through betrayals and radiation. ]
He killed our... our mother. Never stopped chasing me. No blades, but... but...
[ Finally, Vash reaches a breaking point and throws his head to the side to empty his potato-death drink all over the floor. There is no way he's going to know what he's said after this. It's a miracle he's still conscious. ]