goldenglasses | [Action]

[Those who know Vash may have been noticing slight differences about him the past week to two weeks. He's not around as much, taking longer and longer walks through the forest. Visiting the spot where he once fought Wolfwood and Legato more and more.

Today he leaves his house extra early and spends most of the day at that spot. He has his journal and will answer it if someone wants to get a hold of him, but will not be using it himself. He'll return to the village later in the evening and finds a quiet place to sit at Good Spirits with a bottle of cheap whiskey.]

There's so much life in this place... and yet... [No one knows the terrible things I've done.]

[He'll be there until the place looks like it's about to close up before stumbling his way back home. It's on his way that he takes his journal out and speaks into it with the slightest slur to his voice.]

[Voice]

On this day, back home... the city of July was destroyed. I know - I know you all couldn't know the people there. I just, I just don't want them to ever be forgotten and how they lost everything in a single moment. [He stops speaking for a moment. His voice breaking as tears start to fall from his eyes.] And I'm so sorry.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Because... I- I lost control! I didn't mean it, but... it doesn't change -

I'm a monster.

[...

...she still doesn't have the patience for this. Wallowing in pity doesn't suit anyone. But she's mindful of Wolfwood's words about Vash, which means she bites down on her first harsh response, which would have been a lot of words to the tune of get over yourself. She doesn't know enough about the situation.

So there's a long pause, before she answers quietly.]

That doesn't mean anything to me, Vash, given I have no idea what you're talking about. Maybe you should tell me what happened.

[There's a pause as Vash checks the filter on their conversation.]

It was me. I blew up the city. I have... I-I can... just like I... I'm so sorry!

[There's a heavy amount of disbelief she feels at first. Don't be ridiculous, Vash. Nobody blows up a city by accident. He's assuming all the blame for something, isn't he?

And yet she's heard how much Vash's bounty is worth.

...is there more to it? Did he blow it up on purpose? That's laughable, until she factors in his unrealistic attitude towards killing and death in Luceti. It still doesn't feel right.

An accident?

Did he get tricked into it?

So no, Vash. You get no response at all, because she's trying to work out how much of that is legitimate and what the hell someone is meant to say if all of it is.]

[It takes him awhile to get himself under control once again.] I- I went there because there was a relative of Rem's...

[Rem! It's probably good she's not here right now]

...but it all went so wrong!

Stop.

[And finally, Nami knows what to say.]

You shouldn't be pouring your heart out over the journals. Where are you?

[Ugh, why are you asking such hard questions from him when he's drunk?]

Home.

[No wait.]

Go- I'm going home.

[There we go.]

I'll meet you there.

[It's all she says. Honestly? She'll be waiting on the path outside.

Mmhm... okay. No need. Going home.

[If she does decide to wait for him Vash will eventually come stumbling up the path. Seemingly surprised to see Nami.]

What are you - it's late.

[Wait a minute.]

Oh yeah.

[Well, she meant the path outside your house, not the bar. |D

Nami blinks at him in the gloom, head tilting. She hadn't actually realised, but...]

How much have you drunk?

[Vash has just forgotten talking to her in the few minutes it took from his walk to the bar to home. It seems strange that she's stalking the path so late at night.] Oh, I've just had... [He stares down at the half drunk bottle of cheap whiskey in his hand. He stares at it hard for a bit, counting.]

A bit...

[Oy. Nami just sighs. Loudly. And waves at his home.]

Go. Sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Mmhmm... you sure? [He vaguely remembers talking about something important before.]

Yes. Go. It's not something to talk about when you can't think straight. [She'd prefer you talked to her when you're utterly sober and can't blame it on being drunk. And she knows very well just how much Vash can knock back before he actually starts getting drunk.]

Okay. In the morning then. [Afternoon.] Are you going to get home alright? [You know. That home that's right behind you?]

[...] Yes, Vash. I'm sure I'll be fine. Go. Sleep it off.

Mmmhmmm. Okay. Get home safe. [Vash turns, looks around a bit before picking out his house and carefully heads up the stairs.]

[...

Idiot.

She'll ask him about this later. Maybe. Nami turns and goes home herself.]

[As for Vash he's going to try to remember how a door works, then go fall face first into bed.]

[Action]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private]

[Private --> Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]

[Action]