( A quiet little hum. Vash mourns everyone, whether he knows them personally or not, a by-product of feeling irrationally responsible for every living thing. One would assume it would lessen here, when the people's existence on the planet was not his fault, but no. It remains ingrained upon his ribs, written in fine lettering. )
I guess it's just one of those things I know I'll never get. ( But then, a flickering smile, an attempt to brighten the mood. ) Like taxes!
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( A quiet little hum. Vash mourns everyone, whether he knows them personally or not, a by-product of feeling irrationally responsible for every living thing. One would assume it would lessen here, when the people's existence on the planet was not his fault, but no. It remains ingrained upon his ribs, written in fine lettering. )
I guess it's just one of those things I know I'll never get. ( But then, a flickering smile, an attempt to brighten the mood. ) Like taxes!