[He shakes his head, perhaps accidentally jostling the hand against his hair, against his cheek. He knows what Pure Vanilla is trying to say. Anyone with a heart as warm as his would want to offer forgiveness. Wasn't that the reason why Vash had fallen for him so hard? The love he had to give others, no matter what they had done. It was admirable, when it wasn't directed at him.
But each word meant to comfort only feels like a whip of thorns. He winces and crumbles beneath each lash, shaking his head gently at first, then nearly violently. Though he had stopped moving away when Pure Vanilla had first latched on, he tugs just the slightest bit more firmly against his can.]
Please. Stop. You can't - say that to me.
[And he knows... he knows exactly what Pure Vanilla will say in kind. That he still deserves love and kindness, despite it all. Again, it's the same thing Vash would say? But it being reflected back at him?]
Please don't. I don't want to be forgiven. I don't want to be told it's okay -
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But each word meant to comfort only feels like a whip of thorns. He winces and crumbles beneath each lash, shaking his head gently at first, then nearly violently. Though he had stopped moving away when Pure Vanilla had first latched on, he tugs just the slightest bit more firmly against his can.]
Please. Stop. You can't - say that to me.
[And he knows... he knows exactly what Pure Vanilla will say in kind. That he still deserves love and kindness, despite it all. Again, it's the same thing Vash would say? But it being reflected back at him?]
Please don't. I don't want to be forgiven. I don't want to be told it's okay -