[ Vash declares that he believes him, as if that is some great gift he's giving him. Knives has to fight the urge not to scowl in response. That feels as if it should be the bare minimum that he might expect from his own brother, from a piece of his very soul, and yet it feels as if he has to scrape for every piece of grace that Vash gives him.
As expected, Vash had known the truth of the Punisher when they first met. He isn't stupid, he would have put the pieces together. Yet he'd still strode his path all the way to July to see him. For a moment Knives wants to ask why, when Vash doesn't ever seem to want anything to do with him, but perhaps he'd intended for it to be a fight.
Perhaps he'd been intending to bring an end to it all somehow.
Vash is leaving. Already, he's leaving. A laugh tears its way from Knives' throat at Vash's words. ]
Friend? You'd call him friend? With the amount of blood he's soaked in? Vash—
[ The door closes in his face. Knives jerks to his feet from the bed, but immediately stumbles. He stares at the shut door, hears the retreating footsteps, and sinks back down onto the mattress.
So it goes. Always and forever, an unending cycle that he'd only wanted to break. He hurls the ice pack against the door and flings himself back onto the bed, then drags a pillow onto his face to scream into it. ]
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As expected, Vash had known the truth of the Punisher when they first met. He isn't stupid, he would have put the pieces together. Yet he'd still strode his path all the way to July to see him. For a moment Knives wants to ask why, when Vash doesn't ever seem to want anything to do with him, but perhaps he'd intended for it to be a fight.
Perhaps he'd been intending to bring an end to it all somehow.
Vash is leaving. Already, he's leaving. A laugh tears its way from Knives' throat at Vash's words. ]
Friend? You'd call him friend? With the amount of blood he's soaked in? Vash—
[ The door closes in his face. Knives jerks to his feet from the bed, but immediately stumbles. He stares at the shut door, hears the retreating footsteps, and sinks back down onto the mattress.
So it goes. Always and forever, an unending cycle that he'd only wanted to break. He hurls the ice pack against the door and flings himself back onto the bed, then drags a pillow onto his face to scream into it. ]