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[Vash has started to keep to himself more the past couple days. Rem's arrival had almost made him forget this day, but he could never really forget.

Today he heads out early, trying to leave the new house before anyone else is awake. He finds a spot near the fountain to do some early morning people watching before getting up and heading to the bakery. He stops outside, knowing this isn't really where he wants to be, it's just habit. He turns and heads to the flower shop instead. He doesn't stay long, just long enough to make sure that everything is still running smooth without Aerith.

He checks the time to duck over to Good Spirits quickly. He wants to be there and gone before Meryl's shift. He orders a couple of beers before he starts growing restless again. This wasn't right either. What was he suppose to do on this day? How could he ever fix this mistake?

Without much thought he grabs a couple bottle and heads out into the forest. He walks for a bit before just sitting down against a tree inspecting his find. People said this blue stuff was strong, now seemed to be a good time to try it out.

Some point in his drinking his journal falls out of his pocket and starts to record. For awhile it records very little until suddenly-]

CRASH!

[There's the sound of a whiskey bottle shattering as it's thrown against a tree. It's followed by silence that is slowly broken by soft sobs.]

I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I - I didn't mean to.

(ooc: Anyone who wants to talk to Vash before he gets himself drunk is free to call for him over the journals! He'll have it on him all day! Or run into him pretty much anywhere.)

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And what about the people that are alive because of you? Don't they mean anything?

Of course they do, everyone is important. But saving one won't bring back the others I've hurt.

I just don't understand... why you're the only one you see as irredeemable.

[He's been starting to learn he is, really his has, but with today being what it is and how much he's drank it's all a bit fuzzy right now.

So that's why he keeps his mouth shut.]

You made mistakes but... [ A frustrated sigh. ]

I know I have. [Yeah, he's not getting it.]

Are you even listening to me, Vash?

I am.

It feels like you're just fighting me. Do you even understand me? Why would I lie? Why would I tell you you're not a monster if you are? I'm an insurance agent, I work against criminals, not with them. Would Milly or I, or even Mr. Wolfwood, go through this much stress if we thought you were someone bad? Do you honestly think I'm stupid enough to risk my neck and career for someone who I thought should suffer?

I could never think you're stupid Meryl.

Then why don't you believe what I'm telling you? Why is it so hard to believe? I'm sure any one of us would tell you the same.

Meryl, I... [How can he explain it? Everything he's saying right now is upsetting her.]

What?

[He just lets out a soft groan. He's way too drunk and upset for these kinds of talks.]

[ And she sighs, frustrated. Okay, cool down. This is not how we help a trauma patient, Meryl. ]

Vash, where are you?

The forest.

I'll be there...

Meryl, I...

...alright.

See you soon. [ And off she goes. Another 'one finds the other' adventure. ]

[For his part, Vash doesn't move.]

[ She's not going to call out while looking, just search quietly until she happens upon seeing him, sticking out like a sore red thumb against the green. ]

Hello, Vash.

[He doesn't say anything, but he does give a slight nod of his head to show he heard. His glasses are on and there is a bottle smashed against one of the trees a few feet from the one he's sitting up against.]

[ She sits beside him without a second thought, not minding the ground, only eying the broken bottle with concern. That damn blue stuff again. She'd have to scold Sanji, because somehow, blame immediately went to him. ]

Have you been here long?

[Vash looks up for a moment, trying to figure out where the sun is.]

I...

I don't know.

[ Her brows press inward with concern and she makes a soft sound. Don't get upset right now. Save it for later. ]

That might be a yes... are you ready to go home? Or do you want to stay here?

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