[ Vash takes a moment to hitch the Tomas to something in the shade and leaves some water with it before he walks towards the other door that’s open. There’s some hesitancy in his stride as he reaches the way inside, but he pushes on anyway, one hand dragging along the metallic walls of the corridor. It’s eerily familiar in a way that feels almost haunting, like setting foot into a memory, but it’s real. The feeling of the metal and grooves underneath his flesh and bone hand is real. ]
Nai? Where are you?
[ it COULD be a trap, but perhaps this time Vash’s optimism and hope for their strained relationship wins out against any danger sense he might have. He follows the corridor towards where he feels their siblings, where he’s certain he feels his brother’s presence. ]
[Many doors are locked along the way, but the open route leads Vash exactly to where Knives is: one of the chambers in the deepest part of the ship where red, ailing plants are stored. He's silent, his hand pressed to the glass of one container, in an almost meditative silence. They're not showing any signs of improvement, but they're no worse, either -- none have opened their petals since the transition to being brought here.
When he hears Vash enter, he turns to glance over his shoulder.]
Cruel, isn't it? [He spreads his arm to indicate the expanse of the chamber.] Even here, they have not been rid of what ails them.
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[ Vash takes a moment to hitch the Tomas to something in the shade and leaves some water with it before he walks towards the other door that’s open. There’s some hesitancy in his stride as he reaches the way inside, but he pushes on anyway, one hand dragging along the metallic walls of the corridor. It’s eerily familiar in a way that feels almost haunting, like setting foot into a memory, but it’s real. The feeling of the metal and grooves underneath his flesh and bone hand is real. ]
Nai? Where are you?
[ it COULD be a trap, but perhaps this time Vash’s optimism and hope for their strained relationship wins out against any danger sense he might have. He follows the corridor towards where he feels their siblings, where he’s certain he feels his brother’s presence. ]
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When he hears Vash enter, he turns to glance over his shoulder.]
Cruel, isn't it? [He spreads his arm to indicate the expanse of the chamber.] Even here, they have not been rid of what ails them.