[ It's a name he'll commit to memory — not that it should be too difficult; it's a pretty unique name. (The irony though that there was more than one 'Vash' in this place...) But he won't forget it. It's important not to forget that these men were here, alive and then taken, for whatever reason.
The greater part of him still insists that this is all by design, part of some experiment being conducted on all of them here by scientists, the military, whoever the fuck. ....But he can't help remembering the conversation he had with Bigby when they first met. A thing touching on the idea of who could be behind all of this, whether mankind or something higher. Now they're standing in a church, where four men have been killed, and no questions have been answered. All of this feels like a bad dream.
He looks back at Bigby as the man speaks, the other's eyes cast away from him. It's a heaviness, and he respectfully lowers his own gaze for some time, just listening to the other speak. ]
I'm sorry that I didn't get the chance to know him. He sounds like a light in this place.
[ There are so many questions he could ask, to try and solve this mystery — did Vash or the other three ever do anything that might've made them targets? There has to be a reason the people in charge chose to kill them.... but he doesn't want to ask such things when the other man is dealing with the loss of a friend. It isn't the time for that. So he slowly looks back up, towards the hall leading to the living quarters. ]
They were living here, weren't they? I heard someone mention it earlier. Maybe there's something of his back there. Something you could remember him by.
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The greater part of him still insists that this is all by design, part of some experiment being conducted on all of them here by scientists, the military, whoever the fuck. ....But he can't help remembering the conversation he had with Bigby when they first met. A thing touching on the idea of who could be behind all of this, whether mankind or something higher. Now they're standing in a church, where four men have been killed, and no questions have been answered. All of this feels like a bad dream.
He looks back at Bigby as the man speaks, the other's eyes cast away from him. It's a heaviness, and he respectfully lowers his own gaze for some time, just listening to the other speak. ]
I'm sorry that I didn't get the chance to know him. He sounds like a light in this place.
[ There are so many questions he could ask, to try and solve this mystery — did Vash or the other three ever do anything that might've made them targets? There has to be a reason the people in charge chose to kill them.... but he doesn't want to ask such things when the other man is dealing with the loss of a friend. It isn't the time for that. So he slowly looks back up, towards the hall leading to the living quarters. ]
They were living here, weren't they? I heard someone mention it earlier. Maybe there's something of his back there. Something you could remember him by.