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Post by kvietka on Feb 2, 2013 14:56:29 GMT -8
In which I attempt to type a reply for Vash but end up with this.
- - - He hasn't a clue what to do in this situation. He wouldn't be able to do this for himself either. But he had to... in place of his father. Someone had to do the work. Someone had to... had to open the cage and let her free eventually.
He inhaled a deep breath, exhaled... He opened the door, and there he was. That orange-haired demon spawn who should just d— No, stop it Vash. Would you like her to throw you out the window? For the happiness of more people, you're the only obstacle there. You can dead pan yourself afterwards, but not now.
"I suppose you know why I'm here today," he said, pulling out an old handgun, newly polished, careful but smooth. He watched as the Irishman flinched at the site of the gun.
"Look. I'm not going to shoot you with this," he said, placing the handgun in Donald's hands. "Take it. It's our father's."
One down. One to go.
Let her go.
"Protect her with it. If you don't... you're a failure of a man. You're a failure. If you can't protect her, just put that gun to your temple and pull the trigger. Pull that trigger without regrets. That's when I'll know that you love her. You haven't proven that to me yet. Prove it."
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Post by kvietka on Feb 2, 2013 14:56:49 GMT -8
...Idon'tknowwherethiswasgoing,kay.
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