[Not unlike a cat, Vash leans into the touch. A sigh leaves him, deep and contented. Now that he's let his grievances out he... doesn't feel better, but at least a bit lighter. There's still so much hanging over him, so much that could go wrong. But not bottling it up, not sitting with the deep ache in his chest? There was something to be said about the relief that came with it.]
You really know just what to say, huh?
[He doesn't know if he believes in all of that, that his soul is beautiful. It's more likely that Pure Vanilla is simply trying to comfort him. Except... that isn't very fair either. He's not the type to lie. Kind as he is, he's also been extremely honest with Vash.
It's an interesting, if uncomfortable, thing to sit with and turn over within his head. But maybe... there's a little comfort to be found there.]
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You really know just what to say, huh?
[He doesn't know if he believes in all of that, that his soul is beautiful. It's more likely that Pure Vanilla is simply trying to comfort him. Except... that isn't very fair either. He's not the type to lie. Kind as he is, he's also been extremely honest with Vash.
It's an interesting, if uncomfortable, thing to sit with and turn over within his head. But maybe... there's a little comfort to be found there.]
Thank you, Pure Vanilla. For everything, realy.