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[goldenglasses]

[Vash can be found sitting on a bench in the plaza, his glasses on and a very grim look upon his face as he looks the place over. He’s thinking back to the incident with Kefka. A man died and he hadn’t been able to stop it. There must have been a way. What had he missed? He’ll be sitting there for a while, teeth clenching as he tries to figure out what he did wrong. Meryl is welcome to pick up/comment on the sober mood he’s probably been in the past day or so.]

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[goldenglasses]

[He's quiet for a bit... damn this awkward silence!]

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[derp.]

Um... Vash?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah?

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry for what happened.

[goldenglasses]

It's alright. It wasn't your fault.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

[Uh... what should she say?]

Th-Things will work out in the end. I'm sure they will.

[goldenglasses]

As long as people can realize their mistakes... they can be fix. It's never too late. So I'm sure in the end it will.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

I hope you're right.

[goldenglasses]

Yeah. A very good friend help me realize that. I know she's right.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

... Who was she?

[goldenglasses]

[Happy laugh] My friend Meryl actually.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Oh, r-really? I think I've heard that name before, actually... isn't she here, too?

[goldenglasses]

Yeah! She helps run the bar here.

[bullet-dance.livejournal.com]

Ah. I must have heard her name over the journals, then.

[goldenglasses]

Probably.