[ He doesn't think it's funny. It's a little distressing if he's honest with himself, with the way his chest feels like it's got something heavy and gnarled there, settling sourly in his stomach. There's no telling what his brother is capable of here.
Even Vash can tell there is something different with himself, with the way he feels and the way he perceives things just slightly different. He can only imagine what knives has surmised about his own gate here.
The fact he finds this situation funny is distressing, among other things. Vash glances back out at the view he'd been enjoying before, before turning back to his brother. ]
I want to know why. [ there's a pause. ] What do you plan on doing?
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Even Vash can tell there is something different with himself, with the way he feels and the way he perceives things just slightly different. He can only imagine what knives has surmised about his own gate here.
The fact he finds this situation funny is distressing, among other things. Vash glances back out at the view he'd been enjoying before, before turning back to his brother. ]
I want to know why. [ there's a pause. ] What do you plan on doing?