( he doesn't mean for it to hurt — whether or not it's figurative or literal, he doesn't — because he would never hurt him on purpose, even if he'd been the one to leave him to his fate with his homicidal twin brother, given the damned chance, of his own volition, there is never going to be a time in which he wants to inflict any kind of pain on him. he doesn't deserve it.
but that doesn't mean he's going to let him wallow in all the pain he holds onto, either. he holds on to every damned thing, and that's the problem, because sometimes you just have to let go for the sake of being able to keep moving forward, and if vash keeps going like this, he's going to be spinning his wheels for the rest of his damned life and nicholas can't stand the thought of it.
he inhales sharply and exhales through his nostrils, the act itself ending up sounding more like a snort than anything else, and it's just more of a testament to how short his fuse is becoming now that it's been lit. )
You don't deserve punishment either. (dipshit is silently added onto the end of that, but he's not about to say it out loud. not yet, anyway, but if vash keeps pushing back at him like this he's likely to let some things slip that he wouldn't otherwise. ) Did you want to blow up an entire city? No. Did you try to keep your psycho, homicidal brother from doing it? Yes.( he's practically growling through gritted teeth now, voice low and dangerous in the back of his throat. gravel beneath a bootheel. )
You did the best y'could, and it wasn't good enough— so what? Nobody's perfect all the damn time.
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Date: 2023-10-30 05:42 pm (UTC)but that doesn't mean he's going to let him wallow in all the pain he holds onto, either. he holds on to every damned thing, and that's the problem, because sometimes you just have to let go for the sake of being able to keep moving forward, and if vash keeps going like this, he's going to be spinning his wheels for the rest of his damned life and nicholas can't stand the thought of it.
he inhales sharply and exhales through his nostrils, the act itself ending up sounding more like a snort than anything else, and it's just more of a testament to how short his fuse is becoming now that it's been lit. )
You don't deserve punishment either. ( dipshit is silently added onto the end of that, but he's not about to say it out loud. not yet, anyway, but if vash keeps pushing back at him like this he's likely to let some things slip that he wouldn't otherwise. ) Did you want to blow up an entire city? No. Did you try to keep your psycho, homicidal brother from doing it? Yes. ( he's practically growling through gritted teeth now, voice low and dangerous in the back of his throat. gravel beneath a bootheel. )
You did the best y'could, and it wasn't good enough— so what? Nobody's perfect all the damn time.