[ And when Vash tugs more firmly, Pure Vanilla will let go. He won't hold him against his will, won't force him to stop, but he won't stop talking. And Vash is right, everyone deserves love, and Vanilla would say it, if he wasn't confused.

So he let's Vash pull back, tucks his hands into his lap instead and turns his head. Tilts it a little, giving Vash some 'privacy' despite not being able to see him with his eyes anyways. ]

Why not?

[ His voice is soft as he asks but he feels he must. He wants to understand Vash and where this self-loathing comes from. This utter denial that he's worth any love or tenderness. ]

Why will you not allow yourself to accept love? Forgiveness? Why are you so intent on seeing yourself as a Monster?