[Vash has thought about it. Just like equally hard decisions he's had to make in the past. If Ain were to stay in this little village, he would be safe. He could life his life peacefully without the constant threat of arrest or worse, simply for being associated with him. It feels...selfish, almost, to want to keep Ain for himself in that regard. And the things Ain hopes for- a home, a garden, a bathtub- it all makes Vash want to cry.
Because it's not possible. Not while Nai is alive. Things will come to a head between them, it's undeniable, and the nightmare will only end when either Nai stops breathing, or Vash does. And if it's the latter, well...the world is going to have a worse storm on its horizon in the years following, of that Vash can guarantee. They don't have the same lifespans mortals do. Nai can afford to wait decades if he needs to, biding his time until the right moment to strike arises...
And Vash doesn't want Ain to be at the epicenter of that. There have already been too many close calls.
Taking a breath, Vash moves his arms up to Ain's neck, wrapping them around his shoulders gently so he can pull him down against his chest for a hug, his chin tucked against his shoulder. He looks up at the sky, watching the snow steadily fall down on top of them, and...
He decides to lie, because it's better than the truth.]
Yeah. Next time...next time we will.
[He gives Ain a squeeze, holding him as close as possible for a few more lingering moments, as if he's afraid he'll disappear otherwise.]
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Because it's not possible. Not while Nai is alive. Things will come to a head between them, it's undeniable, and the nightmare will only end when either Nai stops breathing, or Vash does. And if it's the latter, well...the world is going to have a worse storm on its horizon in the years following, of that Vash can guarantee. They don't have the same lifespans mortals do. Nai can afford to wait decades if he needs to, biding his time until the right moment to strike arises...
And Vash doesn't want Ain to be at the epicenter of that. There have already been too many close calls.
Taking a breath, Vash moves his arms up to Ain's neck, wrapping them around his shoulders gently so he can pull him down against his chest for a hug, his chin tucked against his shoulder. He looks up at the sky, watching the snow steadily fall down on top of them, and...
He decides to lie, because it's better than the truth.]
Yeah. Next time...next time we will.
[He gives Ain a squeeze, holding him as close as possible for a few more lingering moments, as if he's afraid he'll disappear otherwise.]
It'll be great.