[ he'll listen to her, of course. this is what he needs to hear--someone other than Ryoko who had been off-worlded, away from home, and who was dealing with being somewhere so far from their comforts that it was hard to truly ever adjust.
His expression goes quiet, and he can understand it--the loneliness, being separated from people who cared for you: not everyone had a life like vash. Where you ran and ran and ran and couldn't ever stop, where your friendships with people were fast and fleeing simply because they didn't know who you were. And when they found out, they either got killed for trying to protect you--or tried to kill you for the price on your head.
Did Eve have a family? She must have had some sort of parental figure in her life, even if she's not exactly human. He remembers the strange way her hair moved, and that's hint enough, but. Sometimes a family is more than parents-and-children. Who was she missing? Would they ever show up in kaisou? or was she doomed to stay here, alone, without anyone but herself, until she was allowed to go home?
Just thinking about it made his heart ache. His eyes stung as he blinks back tears that weren't there a moment ago, and he takes another bite of his donut, trying to swallow the sudden heavy feeling on his shoulders.
this is not the happiness i wanted ]
I'm sorry, I didn't think about how lonely it might be. I hope you're able to find your way home one day, Eve. And if there's anything I can ever do to help, you can rely on me, too, okay?
We're friends.
[ Eve is ... very important to him. She reminds him a little of Lina, but without the troublemaking attitude. And his heart aches again. ]
For me, it's.... a little complicated, I guess.
There are some things I miss about No Man's Land. [ he pauses, thinking about it. ] Some of the people I know, like Luida, or Brad. [ yes, he named two of the animals on his farm after these people. ] But they're living happy lives without me in it.
Back home, I... [ he laughs. ] I don't really have a home. I move between cities, walking for weeks in the desert. Never really staying in one place, never really getting to know anyone too deeply. Scared they'll find out who I am, or, worse, getting hurt because of who I am.
'Vash the Stampede...'
The Humanoid Typhoon, the 60 Billion Double Dollar Outlaw who brings disaster everywhere he goes.
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His expression goes quiet, and he can understand it--the loneliness, being separated from people who cared for you: not everyone had a life like vash. Where you ran and ran and ran and couldn't ever stop, where your friendships with people were fast and fleeing simply because they didn't know who you were. And when they found out, they either got killed for trying to protect you--or tried to kill you for the price on your head.
Did Eve have a family? She must have had some sort of parental figure in her life, even if she's not exactly human. He remembers the strange way her hair moved, and that's hint enough, but. Sometimes a family is more than parents-and-children. Who was she missing? Would they ever show up in kaisou? or was she doomed to stay here, alone, without anyone but herself, until she was allowed to go home?
Just thinking about it made his heart ache. His eyes stung as he blinks back tears that weren't there a moment ago, and he takes another bite of his donut, trying to swallow the sudden heavy feeling on his shoulders.
this is not the happiness i wanted ]
I'm sorry, I didn't think about how lonely it might be. I hope you're able to find your way home one day, Eve. And if there's anything I can ever do to help, you can rely on me, too, okay?
We're friends.
[ Eve is ... very important to him. She reminds him a little of Lina, but without the troublemaking attitude. And his heart aches again. ]
For me, it's.... a little complicated, I guess.
There are some things I miss about No Man's Land. [ he pauses, thinking about it. ] Some of the people I know, like Luida, or Brad. [ yes, he named two of the animals on his farm after these people. ] But they're living happy lives without me in it.
Back home, I... [ he laughs. ] I don't really have a home. I move between cities, walking for weeks in the desert. Never really staying in one place, never really getting to know anyone too deeply. Scared they'll find out who I am, or, worse, getting hurt because of who I am.
'Vash the Stampede...'
The Humanoid Typhoon, the 60 Billion Double Dollar Outlaw who brings disaster everywhere he goes.
[ loneliness. he gets it.
He laughs a little. ]
They're better off without me.