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["A word in my defense, Captain. Apples seem to be very popular this time of year."

He knew this dream. He knew it as more than a dream. A memory. The way the kids bit into the apples he bought instead of the ice cream they had demanded. Those young lives so full of energy and life. They had been so kind. Looking out for each other and the people who lived in the city with them.

It was a good city. It had been a great city. One of the largest on the planet. Filled with so many different lives and voices. He had played with those kids and they had so easily welcomed him into their group. What had he done for them in return?

"Oh. Hey, Vash."

What had he done in return?]

[A green eyed cat watches as her pet tosses and turns in his bed. He was usually so quiet when he slept that this was all just a bit unnerving to her. She tries a few meows to try to wake him, but it fails and she moves to jump onto him. Only as Kuroneko jumps from the desk to the bed Vash's journal falls to the floor. It shows nothing but the darken floor, but the audio picks up everything for those up early around 3am.

It starts off with unintelligible moaning. The very keen ears might be able to pick up a few words like: Stop. Light. And jumbled pleading. It grows in intensity and volume until suddenly the mutter stops and instead breaks into a scream.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-AHHHHHHHHHHHH! GRAHHHHAAAH! NOT AGAIN! PLEASE NOT AG- [The scream cuts off as Vash fully awakens. Unable to catch his breath and breathing rapidly for a moment before the sounds of his feet hit the floor and they go running off out of the room followed by a door being slammed open. The audio goes quiet after that until Vash is finished emptying his stomach and returns to his room. Crying softly as he does.

Alert him to his open journal? Or for those who would rather speak to Vash in person the next day he'll be people watching at the fountain. Only lacking his usual cheerful smile and lost in distant thought as he sits on the fountain's edge.]

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Really, it's not so bad. [Lying.] It's just tonight. [Such a liar.] I'm sure I'll sleep better tomorrow. [A lying, liar who lies.]

I'm still not sure I believe you, Vash. It's really no trouble to come over there, you know. I can teleport right over, so I wouldn't even be in any danger from the wild animals.

[Instantly? Crap. If the kid decides to just do that then Vash will be caught with a messy bedroom. He starts moving around to hide away some of his beer cans as he continues to speak. Just in case.]

No, no. It's really alright. Really. I'm fine.

I think I'm going to teleport over there. Just to be sure. If you're really fine, I'll go back home after a few minutes.

No, no, no! No need to do that! I- uuhhh, I'm uh-- my house is a mess!

[The truth sometimes helps!]

That's all right. I've probably seen worse.

[That's all the warning Vash gets before Phibrizzo appears near him.]

...wow, it is pretty messy around here...

[Vash is dressed in a pair of pajama pants and a long sleeved top. So thankfully most of his scars are hidden. Only ones showing are a large scar on the back of his right hand and around his right thumb where it looks like it was attached back onto his hand. Both of his feet are scarred in gunshots, cuts, and his left foot has a metal plate to replace his arch.

His white and red wings flutter in surprise when Phibrizzo suddenly appears near him. His hair down around his face instead of up in it's usual spiky manner as he's caught red-handed trying to hide a couple more beer cans in his closet.]

AHHH! S-see! I told you! You didn't need to come over!

Yeah, but you were scared and sad about your nightmare and I wanted to make sure you were okay.

[And enjoy the snack that he's now partaking in. Om nom nom, negative emotions.]

...wow, you've got a lot of battle injuries. Did you fight in a war before you came to Luceti?

[Vash closes the closet door before shoving his hands in his pockets.]

Not exactly. [A wave of embarrassment would be falling off him in waves.] But see, I'm alright. You could go home now if you wanted.

[Of all the emotions he could have expected to taste from that seemingly innocent question, embarrassment wasn't it.]

You really don't seem like you're all right. I'm going to stay with you until I know for sure you're feeling better.

[In other words, when your emotions stop tasting so good.]

What did you dream about?

It was something from home is all. It's alright. It's old and in the past.

But it's still bothering you.

[It's not even a question, nor is it phrased like one.]

What happened back then?

Something that happened a long time ago.. It hurt many people and a lot of people ended up dying because of it too.

[Ooh, now that sounds worth poking at a little. All under the guise of benign and innocent concern, of course.]

Oh, that's awful. What was it?

I-- I'm not sure if it's something I should say. It's a very sad story. [He didn't want to be giving kids nightmares about cities being blown away.]

It's okay, Vash. I may just be little, but I've seen a lot. I survived a war, and I used to live in a town near a valley filled with dragons. I can handle sad and scary things.

[He scratches at his head. He really shouldn't. Even if the kid had seen some bad things that was no excuse to add more to it.

Maybe if he kept it simple then it would answer enough that Phibrizzo would stop asking. The kid did come all the way over here, even if it was by teleporting.]

A big city, one full of over a million people, blew up back on my home world. [He'll just leave out the fact that no one died instantly in the blast. That is was a slow death for those people because of the type of world he was from.]

[Om nom nom, delicious negative emotions. He'll just keep asking questions.]

Did someone do it on purpose, or was it because something went out of control? The city of Sairaag blew up in my world...but that was because of the demon beast Zanaffar.

Out of control. An accident.

What went out of control?

It's late; shouldn't we both be headed back to bed? [He deflects the question not wanting to clarify that it's a who and not a what.]

I don't think you're going to get much sleep until you talk about it with someone. It's...what's that word - therapy.

[Nope, he's not going anywhere, Vash. You're too delicious to be in the presence of right now. He'll leave when you feel better and the yummy aura of negative emotion goes away.]

No really! I'm feeling much better! Just saying what I have so you don't need to worry. [He even flashes a small smile for the kid.]

I'm not sure I believe you, Vash. You had a really upsetting nightmare.

[Yeah, he knows that not everything is okay.]

I'm not dumb, you know. I know when grownups are trying to pretend that everything is fine when it's not.

I know! How about some warm milk! Yeah! That sounds great! That sure will make me feel all warm and good inside! HAHAHA! Would you like some?

[Deflecting! Vash's favorite method for getting out of talking about himself.]

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