[For a little while, there's no response. Whether or not Vash is even telling the truth, or is sun-sick or god knew what else, has to be considered. But even then, that wouldn't explain scars he didn't remember seeing, or blond hair where he'd last seen it solidly black.
It's the stillness of thought, watching the waves rise and fall. One hundred and thirty. That would put Vash well before July. Before Knives foolishly forced him to strip away centuries of his life. Knives had learned better, but far too late. This time..
This time it would be different.]
Then we're separated by .. roughly twenty years.
[Give or take. It's an estimate, but a significant one. They were both naive back then. Stupid. So many mistakes had been made, so many reckless decisions. After a time, Knives turns to address his brother again directly, expression still sober, still a little puzzled.]
A lot has changed in that twenty years. [A moment's hesitation, and one hand is offered, empty of anything like a weapon.] I have no wish to fight you.
[...] Can there be a peace between us?
[It takes a lot even now to make that offer. Last time, he and Vash had met on even footing, ideals against ideals, willing to fight and die for those beliefs. This was different, unequal, unbalanced, an uncomfortable thing almost like weakness. He didn't like it.]
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Date: 2013-05-21 04:22 am (UTC)It's the stillness of thought, watching the waves rise and fall. One hundred and thirty. That would put Vash well before July. Before Knives foolishly forced him to strip away centuries of his life. Knives had learned better, but far too late. This time..
This time it would be different.]
Then we're separated by .. roughly twenty years.
[Give or take. It's an estimate, but a significant one. They were both naive back then. Stupid. So many mistakes had been made, so many reckless decisions. After a time, Knives turns to address his brother again directly, expression still sober, still a little puzzled.]
A lot has changed in that twenty years. [A moment's hesitation, and one hand is offered, empty of anything like a weapon.] I have no wish to fight you.
[...] Can there be a peace between us?
[It takes a lot even now to make that offer. Last time, he and Vash had met on even footing, ideals against ideals, willing to fight and die for those beliefs. This was different, unequal, unbalanced, an uncomfortable thing almost like weakness. He didn't like it.]