[Silence as Pure Vanilla listens, his heart aching for the other. Unfortunately, Vash is right. There's no availing himself of the food bank, not with energy. Does he have a secondary mouth? That may help... he will ask about it later, suggest it. For now, he simply holds the metal and bone hand tight, attempting to help anchor Vash in some way.

The 'not what I expected' makes Pure Vanillas eyebrows raise a little, and he sighs softly.]

I am not surprised, I believe my alternate self was...

[He shakes his head, not finishing the thought. Forward. Vicious. Commanding. Everything Dark Enchantress is. He doesn't want to think of who that was. It's not him. Instead he focuses on Vash, his eyes finally opening in reflex, gold and blue staring uncannily at Vash, but also seeming to look through him, beyond him. As if he could still see to the heart of someone, to see the truth of them.]

It is never easy, and continuing on the path will be a struggle. But you have people around you to help — hands to hold, shoulders to lean on — when the path gets rocky. Do not be afraid if you stumble. It's not a failure, nor a setback. And there's no need to run, for it's not a race. And my friend - Vash. Forgive yourself. Please.