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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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[It's not a pretty picture. Amelia stops and waits for Vash to get to where she is. Then she'll turn and start walking beside him. She's not talking, though. It's a heavy silence to be sure, but what can she honestly say?]

[He'll walk for a bit, before he fully realizes who's fallen in step next to him.] A-Amelia, what are you doing out so late? [Surely not for him! And there's no -chan today. He's not feeling too playful right now.]

[No -chan. Funny how Amelia is always trying to get him not to say it, and now she wants to hear it.]

Making sure you don't get lost on the way home.

I'm not lost. Home is that way. [He waves in the general direction of the house with the bottle. Taking a long swig of it when he's done.]

Uh huh. [Yet somehow Amelia is not impressed.]

There are also a lot of other homes that way. And trees. Like the ones where you got lost last year.

[She'll let him drink, at least. There's not that much left, and Amelia's not feeling hypocritical tonight anyway.]

I didn't get lost I just... didn't want to be found.

It's still getting lost even if you did it on purpose.

... but... I knew where I was.

...Right.

[She's ignoring the fact that it means he just lied to her instead.]

Either way. This year you're making it back to the house without any detours.

[That, or Vash is too drunk to remember much of anything.] Okay. Okay. Going home.

[True.]

You're going to have a horrible hangover in the morning.

Maybe... [Yes.]

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