[Vash's slow touch feels like a balm over burning nerves. It doesn't erase the paranoia that's settled over him, but the noises outside have stopped. He's losing his mind apparently, because Vash seems so insistent that there's nothing else here, even if every nerve in his body is tight with warning, if he's worried about every shadow suddenly slashing out at him.
He can handle that, even if he can't control it. But...but Vash says the god's not real and all the panic comes back, twisting in his chest. His hands jerk out, squeezing Vash's shoulders tightly, with uncontrolled strength because he's not conscious enough to remember just how strong he is.]
Vash. No. There is. There is. It's real. We saw it. Maybe it's not actually here, but it's out there.
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He can handle that, even if he can't control it. But...but Vash says the god's not real and all the panic comes back, twisting in his chest. His hands jerk out, squeezing Vash's shoulders tightly, with uncontrolled strength because he's not conscious enough to remember just how strong he is.]
Vash. No. There is. There is. It's real. We saw it. Maybe it's not actually here, but it's out there.