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[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.]

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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.

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[Of COURSE they're happening. Vash would cry until they did happen. And we mean cry.

Vash turns when he hears the voice.] Oh, sorry.

[Of course. Of course.

Greed snaps his journal shut and tucks it into his vest, finishes the vodka and smashes it into the ground.]

You gotta learn some rules about being drunk. First? Alchohol's supposed to make things fun. So stop being sorry about everything! And secondly? [He snatches Vash's journal out of his hands.] You gotta cut yourself off from anything you can use for communication before you say anything you'll regret- especially something that'll be recorded! I might have just saved you from making an embarrassing love confession.

Edited 2012-07-23 03:16 (UTC)

I don't have anyone here to make embarrassing love confessions to. No need to worry about that. A-and I'm not drunk! [He just can't walk straight!]

Please. I've lived in a bar for longer than you've lived, most likely. I know a drunk when I see one. Also when I hear and smell one.

Well, I can't exactly say I've LIVED in a bar that long. [Although he wonders about the life bit.]

Yeah, a century or so gets you pretty wise to these kinds of things.

A century in a bar, huh? Seems like it would start to get a little dull to me. [If Vash wasn't so drunk he'd probably realize he should make a bigger deal about that century part.]

Edited 2012-07-23 17:08 (UTC)

I did feel cooped up sometimes. It helped that I had good company.

Sometimes, company can help. [Sometimes.]

Exactly. That's one of the most basic human desires. To want to have others around. A comrade, a friend... can be pretty helpful.

Yeah... human.

I know I'm not exactly human myself, but the general idea's the same.

I'm glad you've had good company then.

Thanks. My old friends... they're gone now. But it's always pretty swell to find new ones. [He claps a hand on Vash's shoulder.]

[That does help get Vash to smile a bit.] I'm sorry, that your friends aren't here with you.

Thanks. But I still got some friends that I met later. They're here at least. So I'm not so lonely.

That's good. Being lonely is a hard thing to face. I hate being alone.

Then why were you alone just now?

Because... tonight, I feel as I should be alone.

I really must be cramping your style, then.

Heh. Just a bit.

Never know with these things. That message made me think you needed a comrade to talk to. [Pause] Since you must have either a guilt complex or blood on your hands.

[Try both.] I don't want them to be forgotten. They deserve that at least. To be remembered.

That's very noble of you. I'd want the same for my old friends, too. [Especially since he knew what it was like to literally forget them.] Their own government made sure that they died in obscurity.

Really? That's awful. No one should be forgotten.

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