[Thankfully, Meryl doesn't keep a tight grip on Vash's hand once she's finished. She lifts her hands up above the level of her shoulders. And while Vash flaps about, she finds herself outright staring.
This... person moves like Vash. He squawks like Vash. And he's just as loud as Vash the Stampede always us.]
It's - [Her lower lip starts to tremble, and isn't that just humiliating. Meanwhile, the flow of her tears only grows. She should be embarrassed, or turn her head away, but now she's almost afraid that the illusion might come to an end.] It's really you, Vash?
[Some childish part of her brain thinks to pull him into an embrace. Instead, she busies her hands with pawing away her tears.]
I didn't think - ugh, no. You're right. I really need to get out of here.
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This... person moves like Vash. He squawks like Vash. And he's just as loud as Vash the Stampede always us.]
It's - [Her lower lip starts to tremble, and isn't that just humiliating. Meanwhile, the flow of her tears only grows. She should be embarrassed, or turn her head away, but now she's almost afraid that the illusion might come to an end.] It's really you, Vash?
[Some childish part of her brain thinks to pull him into an embrace. Instead, she busies her hands with pawing away her tears.]
I didn't think - ugh, no. You're right. I really need to get out of here.
[Before she starts up and blubbering outright.]