[Miraculously, Knives did stop. The command even managed to knock down some of his anger. It was still there, a fury boiling just under his skin, but he didn't look as if he was ready to rush out into the streets and kill anyone who even looked as if they might have had a hand in marking Vash.
This version of Vash's brother - the one who had used up nearly all of his power - seemed to be slightly more controllable than he had been the last time Vash saw him. At least there was something that almost looked like regret in his face at how Vash pulled away from him. It was that sense more than anything which cooled off the edge of his murderous intent.]
They marked you. [He said, completing his thought from before. His fists balled up at his sides instead of forcing Vash to stomach his touch. His voice was hard but managed to hold back his righteous fury.] They labeled you as inferior.
You.
You are more than all of them combined and yet they marked you as submissive? They marred your skin? Isn't it enough that you carry around scars at their expense? They have to do this to you too?
They should pay for that, brother. [And it was the 'should' and the tone of his voice which made it less a fact stated and much more of an argument. Before, he would have said such a thing in a way that would have made it clear he planned to carry out that action. Now, the tone of his voice begged Vash to see his side of things. It was crafted to persuade. That meant there was an opening to convince Knives too. Arguments by their nature went both ways.]
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This version of Vash's brother - the one who had used up nearly all of his power - seemed to be slightly more controllable than he had been the last time Vash saw him. At least there was something that almost looked like regret in his face at how Vash pulled away from him. It was that sense more than anything which cooled off the edge of his murderous intent.]
They marked you. [He said, completing his thought from before. His fists balled up at his sides instead of forcing Vash to stomach his touch. His voice was hard but managed to hold back his righteous fury.] They labeled you as inferior.
You.
You are more than all of them combined and yet they marked you as submissive? They marred your skin? Isn't it enough that you carry around scars at their expense? They have to do this to you too?
They should pay for that, brother. [And it was the 'should' and the tone of his voice which made it less a fact stated and much more of an argument. Before, he would have said such a thing in a way that would have made it clear he planned to carry out that action. Now, the tone of his voice begged Vash to see his side of things. It was crafted to persuade. That meant there was an opening to convince Knives too. Arguments by their nature went both ways.]