[Vash flinches almost reflexively at the sound of someone shouting at him; practically yelps before even properly looking up from where he’s tightening a bolt:]
—I’m not trying to take it!
[And then he does look, and he stares at the wings and the claws. He’s too new to understand yet that this happens to everyone, and he finds himself instead thinking of hundreds of thousands of knives circling in the air, of a town crushed into rubble, of a little boy who’s lost his arm. The wings are the the form Nai chose to cloak himself; this is not Nai, this is not the same. He of all people has no place fearing someone who doesn’t immediately look human.
He puts his hands up, steps away from the car.]
I’m not really sure what’s going on, to be honest. Or where I am, exactly.
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—I’m not trying to take it!
[And then he does look, and he stares at the wings and the claws. He’s too new to understand yet that this happens to everyone, and he finds himself instead thinking of hundreds of thousands of knives circling in the air, of a town crushed into rubble, of a little boy who’s lost his arm. The wings are the the form Nai chose to cloak himself; this is not Nai, this is not the same. He of all people has no place fearing someone who doesn’t immediately look human.
He puts his hands up, steps away from the car.]
I’m not really sure what’s going on, to be honest. Or where I am, exactly.