[ No. Vanilla won't let him. As Vash tries to draw back, Vanilla shifts his hold. Captures two of those hands, holds them tight. ]
No. Listen to me, please, my dear. Look at me. A monster is someone who deliberately hurts. Who feels nothing for the lives they take, or even joy. The thing in the forest is a monster. It laughs at the pain it sheds, it enjoys it.
[ He lets go of one hand so he can raise his, tidy Vash's bangs gently, sweep them from his face. ]
A monster doesn't cry over the lives taken. A monsters heart doesn't break for the future, doesn't tear themselves apart over the what if's.
[ A light touch to Vash's cheekbone with his thumb, as if wiping away tears. ]
Doesn't cry. I do not believe for a second you deliberately took lives. I do not believe for a second that in the future, you do not try your best to minimize casualties. You are not a monster, Vash. You're as human as any of us are. [ Plant, Minotaur, doesn't matter. ] And the future is never set in stone. It can be changed.
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No. Listen to me, please, my dear. Look at me. A monster is someone who deliberately hurts. Who feels nothing for the lives they take, or even joy. The thing in the forest is a monster. It laughs at the pain it sheds, it enjoys it.
[ He lets go of one hand so he can raise his, tidy Vash's bangs gently, sweep them from his face. ]
A monster doesn't cry over the lives taken. A monsters heart doesn't break for the future, doesn't tear themselves apart over the what if's.
[ A light touch to Vash's cheekbone with his thumb, as if wiping away tears. ]
Doesn't cry. I do not believe for a second you deliberately took lives. I do not believe for a second that in the future, you do not try your best to minimize casualties. You are not a monster, Vash. You're as human as any of us are. [ Plant, Minotaur, doesn't matter. ] And the future is never set in stone. It can be changed.