He's angry. Angrier than he has been in a while, but it's not entirely at Knives. He's angry at the situation, at the fate that waits for both of them back on that planet, at his brother for once again never being willing to listen to him, let alone to hear him.
The tears that find their way to threatening to build in his eyes aren't sad ones this time. He looks at where he's still holding onto his brother's wrist, his knuckles probably white underneath the gloves he always wears.
After over a hundred and fifty years of being apart, the only time they've touched each other is in anger and desperation. His breathing is rough, and the din of the crowd around them is lost to the thundering of his heart in his ears. Is ANYTHING ever going to change? Is this really it?
He could change the way he's holding onto his brother, hold his hand or lace their fingers together. He could reach for a memory in the distant past. But he doesn't; instead, Vash's grip drops, his eyes fixed on the ground between them. ]
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He's angry. Angrier than he has been in a while, but it's not entirely at Knives. He's angry at the situation, at the fate that waits for both of them back on that planet, at his brother for once again never being willing to listen to him, let alone to hear him.
The tears that find their way to threatening to build in his eyes aren't sad ones this time. He looks at where he's still holding onto his brother's wrist, his knuckles probably white underneath the gloves he always wears.
After over a hundred and fifty years of being apart, the only time they've touched each other is in anger and desperation. His breathing is rough, and the din of the crowd around them is lost to the thundering of his heart in his ears. Is ANYTHING ever going to change? Is this really it?
He could change the way he's holding onto his brother, hold his hand or lace their fingers together. He could reach for a memory in the distant past. But he doesn't; instead, Vash's grip drops, his eyes fixed on the ground between them. ]