[ Vash lets his brother manhandle him, swiveling on his feet and planting them to keep from tipping back, but instead of backing down he squares his shoulders and sets a fairly calm, if pained look in his twin's direction. ]
You didn't even try to hear me back then, Nai. I didn't get the chance to tell you anything. Would it have changed anything about that day?
[ He was weak. Worthy of a coward's weapon. And maybe back then he was weak, uncertain and terrified of both their situation and of his brother's anger. Of his brother himself. Even in Jenora he couldn't find his voice, nor would his brother listen. ]
We haven't heard each other for over a century and a half Nai. [ They've been trying, perhaps, here and there in this world. ]
All I hear is the passing of blame to that day, when so many of our kind were slaughtered. How many more died while you hid yourself away?
[Even if they've been trying in this world, what was it all for? Was he being used, to absolve Vash of his guilt? Because it was easier to avoid the contradictions Vash always tried to run from?
He lets go of his twin's shoulder. Knives should be thrilled to realise that he has this kind of power, but all he can muster is anger and contempt, that it's yet another thing he's denied so many of their brethren for so long.]
Stay here, Vash. [An order, not a request.] Starting now, you'll make amends for your negligence.
A lot of lives were lost back then that didn't need to be.
[ Human lives, plant lives... all of it unnecessary death. The tone his brother uses next isn't missed either, but Vash's only reaction is to flinch a little, stepping back away from his brother, the weight of his step on his heel.
If he can help them here, he has no reason to leave— order or not. Why would he go? ]
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You didn't even try to hear me back then, Nai. I didn't get the chance to tell you anything. Would it have changed anything about that day?
[ He was weak. Worthy of a coward's weapon. And maybe back then he was weak, uncertain and terrified of both their situation and of his brother's anger. Of his brother himself. Even in Jenora he couldn't find his voice, nor would his brother listen. ]
We haven't heard each other for over a century and a half Nai. [ They've been trying, perhaps, here and there in this world. ]
Try to hear me the same way you hear them.
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[Even if they've been trying in this world, what was it all for? Was he being used, to absolve Vash of his guilt? Because it was easier to avoid the contradictions Vash always tried to run from?
He lets go of his twin's shoulder. Knives should be thrilled to realise that he has this kind of power, but all he can muster is anger and contempt, that it's yet another thing he's denied so many of their brethren for so long.]
Stay here, Vash. [An order, not a request.] Starting now, you'll make amends for your negligence.
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[ Human lives, plant lives... all of it unnecessary death. The tone his brother uses next isn't missed either, but Vash's only reaction is to flinch a little, stepping back away from his brother, the weight of his step on his heel.
If he can help them here, he has no reason to leave— order or not. Why would he go? ]
I wasn't planning on going anywhere.