[It takes Vash a moment to realize where he is. He isn't escaping an inferno. He isn't pushing himself up from the sand of a desolate desert. He isn't walking up on his brother as he watches the pieces of the ship rain from the sky like meteors, decrying their- their- act of crashing the ship a success.
His heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest. It's been decades, and yet it never gets any easier for him to remember as he sinks back against the headboard of the bed, bringing a hand to his face.]
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His heart feels like it's going to explode out of his chest. It's been decades, and yet it never gets any easier for him to remember as he sinks back against the headboard of the bed, bringing a hand to his face.]
Y...yeah. Sorry...sorry, Ain. I'm okay.