[ That statement catches Vash's attention and he reaches out to grab his brother's wrist, the one he remembers isn't the one that had been reaching for that damned cube. ]
You're not even going to ask me what I want? I don't—
[ Vash's mouth shuts with an audible clack of his teeth, his jaw setting stubbornly as he grinds down. His grip on Knives is tight.
He doesn't want to leave this place. Gilded cage and all, but admitting it out loud is difficult. Especially now, to the particular person in front of him ]
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You're not even going to ask me what I want? I don't—
[ Vash's mouth shuts with an audible clack of his teeth, his jaw setting stubbornly as he grinds down. His grip on Knives is tight.
He doesn't want to leave this place. Gilded cage and all, but admitting it out loud is difficult. Especially now, to the particular person in front of him ]
Stop trying to make decisions for me.