[Knives stopped then and then turned to look at his brother.
After a moment he pried open the connection again, but it felt like he was forcing open a door that had been rusted shut for a hundred years.
He still had that regret weighing in on him. He was angry and frustrated at his own weakness. Furious at the people in there for making him do that, and even angry at Vash for playing along.
That last one, at least, was familiar. Regret and remorse were things that were new and extremely painful, but being angry at Vash or putting protecting others above his own dignity was a feeling he had grown used to.
The problem was that that anger towards his brother was such a tiny fraction of the other emotions swirling inside of him and it was vastly overshadowed by a desire to protect Vash - to ensure no other person could put him through that again.]
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After a moment he pried open the connection again, but it felt like he was forcing open a door that had been rusted shut for a hundred years.
He still had that regret weighing in on him. He was angry and frustrated at his own weakness. Furious at the people in there for making him do that, and even angry at Vash for playing along.
That last one, at least, was familiar. Regret and remorse were things that were new and extremely painful, but being angry at Vash or putting protecting others above his own dignity was a feeling he had grown used to.
The problem was that that anger towards his brother was such a tiny fraction of the other emotions swirling inside of him and it was vastly overshadowed by a desire to protect Vash - to ensure no other person could put him through that again.]
Why did you lie to me about being detained?