[ His gaze isn't fully met, but Vash offers a small smile all the same; expression calm and steady in spite of the turmoil that brews underneath his careful composure. The cynicism that sneaks into the other man's voice is old familiarity to Vash if nothing else. It's the sort of tone most people back on No Man's Land would come to adopt in time after years of hardships and struggling to survive.
There are some things Vash could say that most would think of as "idealistic nonsense", but there's a much more realistic answer that he can offer and so, considering his audience, he does. ]
We don't have much of a choice, do we? Surviving in conditions like these is hard enough, but with something out there determined to get rid of us, staying and working together makes the most sense, no?
[ And if there's anything he's learned from years of wandering the desert wasteland of a planet that he called home and being there from the very start as humanity tried to create some semblance of civilization, it's the following: ]
People tend to flock together, especially so in harsh environments. If nothing else, there's safety in numbers.
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There are some things Vash could say that most would think of as "idealistic nonsense", but there's a much more realistic answer that he can offer and so, considering his audience, he does. ]
We don't have much of a choice, do we? Surviving in conditions like these is hard enough, but with something out there determined to get rid of us, staying and working together makes the most sense, no?
[ And if there's anything he's learned from years of wandering the desert wasteland of a planet that he called home and being there from the very start as humanity tried to create some semblance of civilization, it's the following: ]
People tend to flock together, especially so in harsh environments. If nothing else, there's safety in numbers.