[How can he not worry? He sets down the bottle, noticing that flinch from Vash, spotting an opening.] You're downplaying it and blaming yourself because you're comfortable here. Life is easier for you.
[He reaches across the table to grab Vash's arm, imploring him to listen. World's most serious discussion over pizza.]
Suppose something happens again, and I'm not there to protect you? Stay as you are, and you're going to sleepwalk into your own destruction.
[ Vash doesn't seem to mind the touch, his other hand coming to rest atop his brothers. It's the prosthetic, of course, so maybe the touch isn't as impactful as it should be, but he's listening. ]
I hear you. I'll think about it, if it will make you feel better.
[ He could be stubborn, continue to hold out against wishing back powers he didn't feel particularly attached to. Or, he could wish them back and set some of his brother's obsessive worries at ease.
Self defense isn't something he's against, even if the more he asks for the further it separates him from the things and people he cares about. ]
Your thoughts won't make me feel better. Action will.
[Still, Knives relents and lets go of his arm. Perhaps as an olive branch to that concession from Vash, he even stops complaining long enough to try some of the pizza. It's... not bad, actually. He pauses, swallows.]
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[He reaches across the table to grab Vash's arm, imploring him to listen.
World's most serious discussion over pizza.]Suppose something happens again, and I'm not there to protect you? Stay as you are, and you're going to sleepwalk into your own destruction.
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I hear you. I'll think about it, if it will make you feel better.
[ He could be stubborn, continue to hold out against wishing back powers he didn't feel particularly attached to. Or, he could wish them back and set some of his brother's obsessive worries at ease.
Self defense isn't something he's against, even if the more he asks for the further it separates him from the things and people he cares about. ]
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[Still, Knives relents and lets go of his arm. Perhaps as an olive branch to that concession from Vash, he even stops complaining long enough to try some of the pizza. It's... not bad, actually. He pauses, swallows.]
...You can tell me when you've done it.