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[doubledollar]

Hey, yo! You reached uh, me! You should know who this is, right?
Anyway, you must'a caught me at a bad time, so, uh. Leave a message! I'll get back to you soon as I can. Love and Peace!

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[poisontippedcure]

You don't need to tell me, if you don't want to.

[Vash doesn't know the things she's done, either. He doesn't know about how she still can't make peace with the killer she's become. He doesn't know about how she still blames herself--for the post-Titan massacre, for the death of Haurchefant, for all of it. He doesn't know that she still can't sleep at night, or that her love of alcohol is partially to help cope.]

[But he doesn't need to. What Rose does know, without a doubt, is that Vash is a good person. She knows that, whatever he's done before, he's a good person now, and that's all that matters. She knows that he's someone she trusts and someone who, dare she say it, is important to her.]

But I can promise you that, no matter what it is, you'll still be my friend. That you'll still be the person that helped saved Takame, that helped save Waver. That I'll still fight by your side. That, even if the entire universe hates you, I won't. That I'll forgive you.

waeueaeja opens arms

[doubledollar]

[ its not that he doesn't want to tell her. part of him does--but there's that bigger part of him that struggles with being honest, being open. He closes his eyes a little as she frees him from some of the sort of guilt that comes alongside keeping his heart hidden, telling him it's alright. at least for now.

He nods his head once, slowly. He can feel tears burning on the edges of his eyes a little as he raises his hand up to cover his face. He shouldn't hide it--that's honesty, too, but old habits die hard.

He's not used to it. Having his own words echoed at him, in a different voice, put in a different manner.
But at the same times, it's words he knows.
If god won't save you, I will.
If you have noone else at your side, I'll be there. ]

One day. One day I'll be brave enough to tell you, I think. [ because he's far to afraid, right now, but...

would it be terribly awkward for the very tall plant man to shuffle forward to drag rose into his (1) good arm, for a bit of an awkward embrace? because he's going to. ]

It's more than I could ever ask someone to do.
But thank you.
Thank you, for having that much belief in me.